This is the sixth time we have been displaced by order of Israel. Damn them. Is this how life is? Is this how their children live? Do they suffer as we do? The question remains: where will we go? I swear that I do not have the price of a car to carry my belongings. I will walk with my young children a distance of at least five kilometers to find a place to sleep. If I do not find one, I will continue walking. What a difficult and arduous life. We have come to wish for death. I swear that I do not have the price of food for my children. We will leave for the unknown. Please look at us with mercy. Do not ignore us. Have mercy on my children. Donate to us. We are in dire need of money. Thank you from the heart to everyone who felt for us and donated to us.💔💔😥😥🥺😟😔🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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We are suffering, help us escape and live in safety and peace.😥😥😔😔💔🚨🚨🚨🚨

Amidst the destruction and devastation, a displaced woman roams the streets, carrying in her heart endless fear and sadness that weighs down her steps. Lost among the rubble, she does not know where to go, as she left behind a home that was once her safe haven. In her eyes, there is a faint glimmer of hope, searching for a refuge that protects her from the cold of war and the harshness of days, but all the doors are closed, and all the roads are desolate. She carries in her heart the memory of a lost homeland, and a dream of returning that is lost with every gunshot. This is my story and this is my day. Why are we destined to suffer and my children to suffer? Why do my children know the meaning of death? Why does my little boy stand in line for water since early morning instead of going to school? Why does the world not consider us human beings? Save us from the hell of war. Look at us with an eye of humanity and mercy. Please donate to us. I want to escape with my children to safety, stability and an ideal life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who contributed and donated even a little.😥😥💔😔😔😔😔

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We are suffering, help us escape and live in safety and peace.😥😥😔😔💔🚨🚨🚨🚨

Amidst the destruction and devastation, a displaced woman roams the streets, carrying in her heart endless fear and sadness that weighs down her steps. Lost among the rubble, she does not know where to go, as she left behind a home that was once her safe haven. In her eyes, there is a faint glimmer of hope, searching for a refuge that protects her from the cold of war and the harshness of days, but all the doors are closed, and all the roads are desolate. She carries in her heart the memory of a lost homeland, and a dream of returning that is lost with every gunshot. This is my story and this is my day. Why are we destined to suffer and my children to suffer? Why do my children know the meaning of death? Why does my little boy stand in line for water since early morning instead of going to school? Why does the world not consider us human beings? Save us from the hell of war. Look at us with an eye of humanity and mercy. Please donate to us. I want to escape with my children to safety, stability and an ideal life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who contributed and donated even a little.😥😥💔😔😔😔😔

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This is the sixth time we have been displaced by order of Israel. Damn them. Is this how life is? Is this how their children live? Do they suffer as we do? The question remains: where will we go? I swear that I do not have the price of a car to carry my belongings. I will walk with my young children a distance of at least five kilometers to find a place to sleep. If I do not find one, I will continue walking. What a difficult and arduous life. We have come to wish for death. I swear that I do not have the price of food for my children. We will leave for the unknown. Please look at us with mercy. Do not ignore us. Have mercy on my children. Donate to us. We are in dire need of money. Thank you from the heart to everyone who felt for us and donated to us.💔💔😥😥🥺😟😔🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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Winter has come and we are still living in a dilapidated tent that has melted from the heat of the summer sun. It no longer protects us from the summer heat or the winter cold. We made a tent out of some worn-out fabrics, and with the first drop of rain, it got wet and water entered us. We shivered from the cold. I hugged my six children in a desperate attempt to warm them. I cried a lot and my children cried. I cried for our situation. There are no winter clothes. We wear summer clothes that do not protect or shield us from the cold. I did not find anything to buy to warm us, and if I found anything, it was expensive at exorbitant prices. Life has exhausted us. Our souls have become weak and tired. I am no longer able to resist. The world is deaf and blind. Do you not see us? Do you not hear our cries for help? We are human beings who deserve to live with dignity. Help us. Donate to us. Help us to escape from this life. I want to find a safe haven for my children, to live in peace without worry and thinking. Thank you to those who listened to my cries, donated to me, and helped me.💔💔😭😭🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🍉🇵🇸😥😥

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Once again, orders were issued to evacuate. Only half an hour passed before the shells and missiles rained down on us. I could not carry my things or gather my belongings. I barely forgot one of my children. My heart broke as I called out to them while fleeing and running to make sure that I did not forget one of them. Where should we go? We no longer have the money to rent a car or buy a tent. My heart broke as my little son, who is six years old, chose only one toy to take with him because there is only room for one toy. I appeal to your merciful hearts to donate to me and my children. We are tired of fleeing and there is no safety in my country under occupation. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.😔😔💔🥺🙏🙏

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Donate even a little to save a family from death. Help me.

What a harsh life for a child. Is it reasonable for a child to wake up early to get ready for a trip to search for firewood 😥 instead of getting ready for school, play and friends. Is this the life we wish for our children? These pictures are part of our children's daily suffering to get some bread without finding anything to eat with the bread. My seven-year-old daughter lights a fire for me to make bread and doesn't care if she gets burned to eat. Please donate to us and help us escape with our children from the hell of war. We want a fair life for our children. Please look at us with mercy. A little donation can make a big difference in our lives. Thank you.💔😥🙏🙏

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New evacuation orders have been issued. We are confused about where to go. We live in the open without shelter or a tent. While I was cleaning the refrigerator to arrange my children’s clothes because of the power outage for eleven months, I had turned it into a wardrobe. Suddenly, a bullet from a tank penetrated the refrigerator door next to me. I felt dizzy and terrified. Where should I go with my children and where should we hide? There were only a few millimeters between me and death. My children cried intensely at the thought of losing me. My heart broke as I looked at them. There is no safety in Gaza. We flee from death to death, terror and fear. Please help us. Donate to us. Get us out of the war of extermination. Have mercy on my children.💔😥😔🙏🙏

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We had a life in Gaza, then the Israeli occupation evaporated it🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

The war has entered its eleventh month and we are still suffering from hunger, fear and terror. This is not the life we dreamed of. We dreamed of a life full of security and stability in our beautiful home with my beautiful family, but these dreams evaporated with the beginning of the genocidal war. We did not sin or make mistakes. We just want to live in peace and build a beautiful future for our children. Diseases have invaded our bodies. Insects walk on us day and night. Poisonous insects. Our simplest wish has become to live in a home, to find food easily available, clean water, medicine, even cleaning materials. We cannot find them, no shampoo, no soap, no detergents, and no medicines for diseases. Polio has spread and we do not have sterilization. We are afraid that it will infect our children, so we appeal to your conscience and humanity to donate to my family and my children to escape famine, diseases, killing and death so that we can live as we dreamed. Imagine that they are your children and do what you can to save them. Thank you to those who contribute to protecting us.😥😥💔💔🥺🥺🍉🙏🙏🙏

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Welcome, do you still remember me? I hope so. How can I not describe the suffering we live every day? Suffering has become a daily routine. Children wake up early in the morning to stand in line to fill water. If they are lucky, they are able to fill it after five hours in the scorching sun. Then they return and I am still looking for something to make them breakfast. A kilo of vegetables costs fifty dollars. Do you believe it? Then we head to one of the clinics to get an ointment for the children’s skin pimples, and I often find that it has run out. Then we stand in a long line to bring lunch from a man who makes food for thousands of families. We get a plate that is barely enough for us, so I am forced to feed my children and I am satisfied with one bite. Then night comes and the suffering begins with the mosquitoes, rodents, dogs, stray cats, the terrifying shelling, the shells, and the bullets falling on us. All of my children suffer from involuntary urination from the intensity of fear and terror from the sounds of explosions. Then, until when? We are tired of life. Is there no humanity or mercy in the hearts of people? We want nothing more than to live in safety and peace. Please do not ignore me. Look at us with an eye. Humanity and mercy, donate a little of your money to us, God will reward you with goodness. Thank you to everyone who gave and donated to me.😥😥🥺🥺💔🥺🥺

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We are suffering, help us escape and live in safety and peace.😥😥😔😔💔🚨🚨🚨🚨

Amidst the destruction and devastation, a displaced woman roams the streets, carrying in her heart endless fear and sadness that weighs down her steps. Lost among the rubble, she does not know where to go, as she left behind a home that was once her safe haven. In her eyes, there is a faint glimmer of hope, searching for a refuge that protects her from the cold of war and the harshness of days, but all the doors are closed, and all the roads are desolate. She carries in her heart the memory of a lost homeland, and a dream of returning that is lost with every gunshot. This is my story and this is my day. Why are we destined to suffer and my children to suffer? Why do my children know the meaning of death? Why does my little boy stand in line for water since early morning instead of going to school? Why does the world not consider us human beings? Save us from the hell of war. Look at us with an eye of humanity and mercy. Please donate to us. I want to escape with my children to safety, stability and an ideal life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who contributed and donated even a little.😥😥💔😔😔😔😔

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*🟦 Voice from Gaza*

With the approaching departure of the summer that has ravaged us, caused our suffering, and burned our bodies, me and my six young children, and the spread of poisonous insects until the children's bodies were disfigured from the bites, we live in great fear, fearing that winter will come, and we are still in our old tents, which will not protect us from the rain and the cold weather. Yesterday, without warning, it suddenly rained, the tent got wet, the bedding got wet, the children's clothes got wet, and water entered our tent. The children got sick, and there is no medicine in the pharmacies, and I do not have the money for a doctor's visit. I remained sad all day, I did not taste food from my sadness and thinking, and I look at my children coughing violently, and I cannot do anything, even the markets are empty of all kinds of clothes, blankets, and bedding, and there is nothing for us to use in the event that winter comes... I swear to God, we are tired, enough, people... enough, please help me, donate to me, save me from here

Here is Gaza 🥺🥺😥😥😔😔💔💔🍉🍉🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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