Hello, I am Alaa Salama from Gaza, and this is what happened to me
Life cycle of our Sun, from beginning to end~
On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.
On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah
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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.
We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.
We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.
No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.
We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?
fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.
Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help
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
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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Stop, don't ignore my campaign. Help a family from Gaza. 💔🙏
In the heart of Gaza, there is a family that has endured unimaginable hardships.🙏💔 The Al-Masri family, a family of five, has faced the crushing weight of loss, displacement, and poverty due to ongoing conflict and violence. Despite the odds stacked against them, their resilience and hope remain unbroken🥺💔
The father, Ahmed, once a skilled mechanic, is now unable to work due to the destruction of his workshop and injuries he sustained in an airstrike. His wife, Fatima, works tirelessly at home, trying to take care of their children—Maha (8), Omar (5), and little Yasmine (2)—while also dealing with the stress of living in constant fear. Their home, which was once filled with laughter, is now a shelter of uncertainty.💔🙏
This is where your generosity can make a real difference
By donating, you can help the Al-Masri family rebuild their lives. Your support will provide them with immediate aid such as food, medical supplies, and a safe place to live. More importantly, your donation will restore hope, dignity, and a chance for a better future for these children.
Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess
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