I am Maram, a second-year student majoring in Information Technology. I never imagined myself in a position where I would have to ask for help, but circumstances are stronger than us, and I have no other choice but to speak up.
My father is a hardworking man who sacrificed his life to provide us with a decent one. But after the war, we lost everything. Our home was destroyed, and we were forced to leave behind all our memories and become displaced. My father tried every possible way to raise funds so we could survive, but every time, his account would get banned or shut down for no reason—it's as if even the right to ask for help is forbidden to us! Every time we find a glimmer of hope, it is quickly taken away.
On top of all this, my father suffers from severe back pain due to spinal disc issues and is still undergoing treatment. Yet, he endures the pain and does everything he can to provide us with a stable life. But the truth? Things are harder than anyone can imagine!
Housing has become a heavy burden, prices are skyrocketing, rent keeps increasing every month, and we have no stable source of income. The economic situation is suffocating, and everything has become so expensive that even basic necessities feel like luxuries! My father carries all these burdens on top of his physical and emotional suffering, and I can't just stand by and watch.
That’s why I decided to create this account myself and try to help him, even in the smallest way. If you are reading this now, I am not just asking for support—I am asking for a chance to save my family from falling apart and to give my father a bit of relief after everything he has been through. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps us stand on our feet again. 💙
Please help us continue our journey. 🙏
https://gofund.me/abbc2759
Everyone listen and don't ignore me, I really need you to help me participate and donate. Today, bombs were dropped near our tent and my family and I were displaced to the north because of the violent bombing. We moved to a far place on foot while we were fasting and we did not find a safe place to sit in. We did not sleep except in the street. I need you. Donate Here
I am a father of six, a man who once dreamed only of providing a better future for his children. Those dreams were modest but rooted in love and determination. In 2014, my home was destroyed by Israeli airstrikes, forcing me to rebuild from nothing. Years of sacrifice went into constructing a new home—a sanctuary for my family. But war has no mercy, and the house we rebuilt was destroyed once more, taking with it every hope I had nurtured.
Before the war, I worked tirelessly to open a small shop selling car batteries and parts, borrowing $50,000 to give my children a better life. That shop was meant to be our stability, a lifeline for our family. But in a single moment, it was all reduced to ashes. The shop, my investments, and every dollar I had saved were lost in the bombing.
Now, I live in a cold tent with my children, haunted by their fear-filled eyes as they ask me for warmth and safety I can no longer provide. The weight of the debt crushes me daily, as the collector demands payment I have no means to make.
I once had everything—a home, a livelihood, and dreams for my children. The war took it all. Today, I stand before you as a father with nothing left but a desperate plea: please, help me rebuild what was lost. Your support can give my children the safety and warmth they deserve and help us start anew.💔💔💔💔💔
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Education, which was young Tulin's passion, now seems like a distant memory, as there is no school, no home, and no safe place. The war has forced us to abandon our dreams and our work. Life as we knew it has stopped, swallowed up by a sea of uncertainty, loss and despair
• My daughter Tulane is a radiant ray of sunshine, bringing joy, warmth and boundless love to everyone she meets. She has been through many health ailments.
• My middle daughter, Wateen, who is five years old, suffered a broken leg as a result of escaping during the aggression against the area surrounding us. Wateen suffers from osteomalacia and poor growth. I hope that this incident will not be repeated and that I will not see anything bad about it
• This is our house, full of our memories and moments of joy and happiness, which has now turned into ruins. His destruction
broke our hearts
Despite the darkness that surrounds us, a ray of hope appears in our hearts - a longing to seek refuge in the embrace of safety, and to find solace in a land untouched by the scourges of war. Egypt beckons to us as a beacon of hope, promising safe haven and the opportunity to rebuild our shattered lives. However, the path to freedom is fraught with obstacles, and we are unable to afford the journey that might lead us to a new beginning.
My family and I are looking forward to evacuating to Egypt, but as you know, a lot of money is needed to pay for the coordination costs in order to cross the border, and we still need money to get the total amount required so that we can travel.
With each passing day, our burdens grow heavier, and our pleas for help become more urgent. We long for the warmth of a safe haven, an opportunity to regain what we have lost and forge a path to a brighter future
My family and I are about to embark on this journey of hope, but we cannot do it alone. Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a big difference. Your contributions will help us provide safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life and we humbly appeal to you, kind souls, to extend your helping hand. Your generosity may pave the way for us to escape this nightmare, and give us a chance to start over
Please, consider helping us during these critical times. Every donation, regardless of size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability and the opportunity to rebuild our lives
With gratitude from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for every donation, every engagement, and every ounce of compassion you provide to our cause. Your support means more than words can express. Together, we can turn our story of loss into a journey of hope and resilience.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your concern
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‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸I am
ahmad from Gaza. I am 26 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. 🇵🇸💔💔
We try to live under miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressures, doubts, and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it's not just hunger, disease and fear; Rather, it means actual death.
With a heart weighed down by sorrow, I reach out to you, hoping that kindness and humanity still shine in this world. My family and I have lost everything—the home that once sheltered us, the walls that echoed with laughter, the warmth and security that every human deserves. The relentless attacks on Gaza have turned our lives into a daily fight for survival. What was once a place of comfort and love is now nothing but rubble, and we are left with nothing but the clothes on our backs and a fragile tent that barely stands against the bitter cold.
Now, our days and nights are consumed by hardship. The icy wind pierces through the thin fabric of our tent, leaving us shivering, with no escape from the freezing temperatures. Food is scarce, clean water is hard to find, and the most basic necessities have become luxuries beyond our reach. Every day, we struggle—not just to live, but to preserve the dignity that war tries to strip away.
Amid this suffering, a new life was brought into the world—my brother’s daughter, an innocent soul who took her first breath in a tent instead of a warm home, her tiny body wrapped in whatever scraps of fabric we could find. She was born not into joy, but into loss, into hunger, into the unforgiving reality of war. And as we watch her, so fragile and pure, our hearts break knowing that we cannot give her the comfort and security she deserves and we cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for her😭😭😭😭💔💔💔
I do not ask for much—just a little help to keep us going through these unimaginable times. A warm blanket to protect us from the cold, food to fill our empty stomachs, or even simply sharing our story so that others may hear our cries for help. Every small act of kindness can make a difference. 💔🍉🇵🇸😭
Your generosity has the power to bring warmth to our freezing nights, hope to our despair, and life to those struggling to survive. May the kindness you extend be returned to you a hundredfold.
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*pointing to the captain of a ship* thats the guy thats in charge *pointing to the second in command* thats the guy that wants to give him a kiss onn the mouth so so bad
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