We stand before letters that carry more pain than words, and before words that challenge global silence. Our language today is not only a tool of expression, but a weapon of resistance that carries stories of a people being exterminated before the eyes of the world. In Gaza, homes are broken for their people, and dreams are buried under the rubble, but the language remains a witness to every crime, and every heart beats with resilience

From here, my little girl, despite the lack of capabilities and the lack of paper necessary for drawing, took advantage of every scrap of paper to draw on, to escape from reality into her own world, and here she is carrying her notebook, the brush of pain, and the colors of truth to say to the world, “I am here, I am still here, it was here, Gaza lived dreams and was extinguished by your injustice.”

My child’s message is not just a protest, it is a call for life, for dignity, for humanity

Here she tells me that she will continue to draw and create until she hears our stories in a language that all hearts understand

Help my child to live safely and achieve her dream

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400 days and more have passed since the Gaza War. The 400 days that have passed are not numbers. Every day is a story and every evening is a story.

400 days that I never imagined in my nightmares, during which I would be a father to three children, the eldest of whom was 11 years old and the youngest of whom was 7 years old.

400 days we struggle with life to meet their needs with the greatest disappointment of all time

400 days of continuous bombardment, from annihilation, from fear, from hunger, from deprivation

400 days trying to absorb their fear and helplessness

400 days in which we search for food for children who have done nothing wrong

400 days we wake up to the loss of neighbors, relatives, and friends. 400 days in which childhood dreams were killed

Every day is a novel, and every evening is a story, a story of pain and a lost dream

400 days, and every day, doubts and questions come to my mind: Will we be victims of the bombing, or will there be a rest of our lives!

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Emergency: Help Evacuate My Family From WAR

Save one life, save the whole world

Hello everyone, I am Muhammad Ibrahim from Gaza City. I work as a high school teacher. I have three children: Princesses Nana, Meme, and Lulu

I try to provide happiness and protection in the midst of sadness and death. We had a beautiful home

We were living a beautiful, quiet and stable life in a warm, loving and cohesive family atmosphere. But my house was subjected to major damage as a result of the bombing of a house next to us, and it became uninhabitable

My children loved to play with animals. My daughter Nana had a beautiful bird named Zico, and my daughter Mimi had a beautiful little cat that my daughter took care of from childhood until she grew up. As for my little spoiled daughter, Lulu, she had a small dog, but unfortunately we lost him during our displacement from northern Gaza to the south, which had a negative impact. For my daughter, she lived through a difficult period, so I gave her a beautiful little kitten on her birthday, which happened during the war, in place of her dog that was lost.

Since the 7th of October, we have been displaced more than 6 times after the occupation threatened our region and told us that it was a battlefield and that it was a dangerous area and that we must go to the south of the Gaza Strip. We went to the south under bombardment and bullets to gain safety.

After more than 330 days of resisting the heinous genocide, my family and I are working to support ourselves through community relief and mutual assistance efforts that stopped due to the occupation taking control and occupying the city of Rafah

But the price of survival is high, as we have to pay $5,000 for each of us to be evacuated from Gaza and go to Egypt. We have lost all our material possessions but we do not want to lose our lives, so I have no choice but to humbly ask for your help. This fundraising campaign It serves as a beacon of hope for us to survive, and it is our only hope amidst the abyss of despair

With a heavy heart I beg for your generosity and help us overcome this ordeal. Your contribution could mean the difference between life and death for my family, which is why we are forever grateful for any support.

One dollar can make a difference in my life. Your skip could cost us a life

Save one life, save the whole world

My name is Muhammad Ibrahim. I work as a high school teacher. I am a strong father from Gaza. I have three princesses from my children. I mentioned that I am strong because I try to provide happiness and protection for my family in the midst of sadness and death, and I am looking to shed light in the darkness. I am strong. I do not want to show weakness to my children, but to be honest I have no idea how strong I can pretend to be. I'm not strong. I'm sad, broken, devastated, and terrified at the thought of losing someone in my family.

Since the first hour of October, we have been displaced 6 times. It is a terrifying thing. When you see the planes dropping leaflets on us asking us to evacuate the area, you are asked to evacuate within a specific time. At this time, you are unable to think about what you want to do, and where we will go. While preparing the necessary bags, shells and missiles are raining down on us. Bullets from airplanes. At this moment, you can only escape and save your life and the lives of your children

After more than 300 days of resisting the heinous genocide, my family and I are working to support ourselves through community relief and mutual assistance efforts that stopped three months ago due to the occupation taking control and occupying the city of Rafah.

With the constant risk of death due to malnutrition, dehydration and pollution, diseases are increasing day by day. Like all residents of Gaza, we depend on donations to purchase the goods and services necessary to keep us alive, heal and recover.

One dollar could make a difference in my life. Your skip could cost us a life

Let me tell you about living in the camp, it is like a prison, and even worse, there is no fresh air to breathe, no clean water for daily use and of course to drink, no electricity and no healthy food, only infectious diseases, skin rashes, insects and scorpions.

There is no privacy as the tents are close together, and no quiet, only shelters between you and your neighbors. I stand in long lines under the hot sun for water, for bread, for hospice (food distributed to the displaced in the camp) and even for bathrooms. Public.

More than 300 days of targeted attacks and genocidal tactics have deliberately destroyed life's infrastructure: energy sources, desalination plants, bakeries, factories, hospitals, schools, sewage systems, roads, farmland, homes, my home, and my workplace. Everything has already become a terrifying ghost town

The Gaza Strip has become an uninhabitable biological zone, due to tens of thousands of decaying martyrs who are still crushed under the rubble. The beach is full of sewage and pollution, the health care system has been destroyed, and facilities and agricultural lands have been bombed. We are in a miserable situation, with the outbreak of hepatitis. Polio and other diseases, famine, pollution and constant bombing

My three children, my wife, my mother, and my father need care, and because I am the only person in the family who goes to get water and food, which is considered a huge burden on me, especially since there is no safe place there. I have always been exposed to the risk of death due to sudden bombing and miraculously survived. Therefore, my family and I want to leave Gaza. So that I can protect my children and save our lives, as they need to study, health care, and start a decent life. They have the right to live like all the children of this world, so I want your help in donating so that I can help my family. Since each person needs $5,000 to go out, I need a large amount to be able to travel, so I hope to reach the amount as quickly as possible so that I can get the children back to playing as they used to while studying