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My Father and Brother Between Illness and War: A Call from the Heart of Pain๐Ÿ’”
In Gaza, where the sounds of bombing mingle with the wailing of patients, and where survival becomes a daily miracle, I live between two battles whose flames never cease. The first is a war that steals everything from us, and the second is two diseases that are ravaging the two most precious people in my life: my father and my brother. ๐Ÿ’”

My father, the man who once supported me, is now helpless in the face of a disease ravaging his body. He needs treatment, but he can't find it in a city besieged by death from every angle. He looks at me with eyes full of patience, but he doesn't hide his pain. I wish I could comfort him, tell him that everything will be okay, but how can I say that when I have no medicine or even a promise of life? Here are my father's medical reports.
As for my brother, his condition is no better. His weak body is unable to resist, and his illness worsens day by day. I see him suffering silently, trying to be strong so as not to increase my father's pain, but I see the pain in his eyes, in the trembling of his voice, in his gaze searching for hope in a city that has given nothing but despair. This is my brother's medical report.

Between war and disease, we are besieged by need. There is no medicine, no treatment, not even enough to fight this pain. I try to be strong, to cling to hope, but how can I achieve it while we are stuck in the midst of this devastation?
I hope you donate to us, even if it is a little. Help us, my friends. This is the donation link. Donate.
I am not writing these words to complain, but rather because perhaps they will reach a living heart, a person who still believes that helping others is the greatest thing a person can do. My father and brother need nothing more than a chance for treatment, a helping hand, a heart that feels what we are experiencing here.

I write these words with a heart filled with fear, but I still believe that goodness has not died, and that there are those who will hear this call and extend a helping hand to us at a time when we need mercy most.
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My Father and Brother Between Illness and War: A Call from the Heart of Pain๐Ÿ’”
In Gaza, where the sounds of bombing mingle with the wailing of patients, and where survival becomes a daily miracle, I live between two battles whose flames never cease. The first is a war that steals everything from us, and the second is two diseases that are ravaging the two most precious people in my life: my father and my brother. ๐Ÿ’”

My father, the man who once supported me, is now helpless in the face of a disease ravaging his body. He needs treatment, but he can't find it in a city besieged by death from every angle. He looks at me with eyes full of patience, but he doesn't hide his pain. I wish I could comfort him, tell him that everything will be okay, but how can I say that when I have no medicine or even a promise of life? Here are my father's medical reports.
As for my brother, his condition is no better. His weak body is unable to resist, and his illness worsens day by day. I see him suffering silently, trying to be strong so as not to increase my father's pain, but I see the pain in his eyes, in the trembling of his voice, in his gaze searching for hope in a city that has given nothing but despair. This is my brother's medical report.

Between war and disease, we are besieged by need. There is no medicine, no treatment, not even enough to fight this pain. I try to be strong, to cling to hope, but how can I achieve it while we are stuck in the midst of this devastation?
I hope you donate to us, even if it is a little. Help us, my friends. This is the donation link. Donate.
I am not writing these words to complain, but rather because perhaps they will reach a living heart, a person who still believes that helping others is the greatest thing a person can do. My father and brother need nothing more than a chance for treatment, a helping hand, a heart that feels what we are experiencing here.

I write these words with a heart filled with fear, but I still believe that goodness has not died, and that there are those who will hear this call and extend a helping hand to us at a time when we need mercy most.
A donation may be a reason to save the lives of innocent people from death

Donate with $10, $5, or something simple

This fundraiser has been Shared by @/90-ghost (Also see screenshot of @90-ghostโ€™s reblog of the fundraiser below), Also vetted by association.

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I appeal to the good people. I am Ahmed Awad from Gaza. I have two children born during the war. We lived through difficult circumstances and I have no income to support my family. My house was destroyed and I live in a tent. I cannot buy diapers for my children and I support my father. My sisters and I have no income. Our life is difficult and I cannot buy a loaf of bread to feed my family. I ask you to donate to us so that we can live. I thank you for your support.

I appeal to the good people. I am Ahmed Awad from Gaza. I have two children born during the war. We lived through difficult circumstances and I have no income to support my family. My house was destroyed and I live in a tent. I cannot buy diapers for my children and I support my father. My sisters and I have no income. Our life is difficult and I cannot buy a loaf of bread to feed my family. I ask you to donate to us so that we can live. I thank you for your support.

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I am Ahmed from Gaza. My house is destroyed and I have young children born in the war. I cannot buy them milk or diapers because I do not have a single dollar. My father and brother have heart diseases and I am the one who provides for them. I hope you will help me and save my family and children from hunger, cold, pain and exhaustion. My brother and father need treatment. I am unable to provide them with medicine, drink or anything because of the fierce war. I lost my home, my job and my mother. I hope you will help me, even if it is a little, so that you may be the reason for treating my brother, father and children.

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Ahmed struggles with all his might to bring smiles to their faces. But how can a man with a shattered heart and spirit hide his helplessness from his children?

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Jory, his two-year-old daughter, gazes innocently, unaware of why safety has vanished and why hunger has become their constant companion. Meanwhile, Jude, his seven-month-old baby, cries out in hunger, with nothing to soothe his tiny appetite

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