Hello 👋
Please take a moment to read my story.
I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.
We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. Our house was completely destroyed. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.
Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, but it too became rubble. Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.
If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,
With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.
With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,
Heba Al-Dahdouh.
A Future Beyond War Starts With You 💙
My name is Naser. War took everything from me—
my mother, my sister, my home, and the life I once knew.
In a single moment, my world was shattered,
leaving behind only memories and the weight of loss.
But even in the darkest moments,
I refuse to give up. ✊
Because I still have something worth fighting for—
my three younger brothers.
🔹 One dreams of becoming a doctor 🩺—to heal others so they don’t have to suffer like we did.
🔹 Another wants to be an engineer 🏗️—to rebuild what war has destroyed.
🔹 And the youngest? He just wants to be a kid again 🧸—
to wake up in a safe home 🏠,
to laugh, to play, to feel peace.
🏡 We need a home. We need education. We need hope.
Right now, we are not just fighting for survival—
we are fighting for the chance to live, to grow, to dream again.
We are fighting for a future where my brothers
can become the doctor, the engineer,
and the child who gets to have a childhood.
💙 This is where you come in.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance.
A chance to rebuild.
A chance to give my brothers a future beyond war.
Your support—whether through a donation or simply sharing our story—can make all the difference.
Even the smallest act of kindness can create ripples of change. ✨
🙏 Will you help us rebuild?
Together, we can prove that war doesn’t get the final word—
hope does.
Thank you for standing with us. 💙✨
Thank you very much for your support of the post, but a small donation from you will save my children from death ❤️🩹
I am waiting for your donations for me and my children🇵🇸to buy milk, diapers, medicine and a tent to protect my children from the cold of winter
I'd love to donate, I really would, but I don't have any money I can give. Every penny to my name is in cash, I don't have a credit/debit card or even a bank account. The only way I could possibly donate is by flying to Gaza and giving money in person. I try my best to support posts of people in Gaza because if I don't have the ability to donate myself, I want to spread awareness so that others who can donate will. Thank you. I wish you all the best of luck.
Save my family 🍉📌
hello I'm Musa Muhaisen, I'm 54 years old, I'm the father of a family of six, Wafaa Amir Nader Anas, and my wife. The financial situation before the craft was very good, and now because of what happened after October 7, the financial situation has become very bad, we have suffered a lot since the beginning of the war, and I cannot secure what will drive my children's hunger. We are from Khan Yunis, but the situation was safe here at first, after about three months, he ordered the evacuation to the entire Khan Yunis area. We had to migrate to the city of Rafah. We went to an area called Flower Hill. We couldn't find any shelter at first, but we were able to get some pieces of cloth and sew it with some cloth and sew it with some tent. Imagine six people living in a tent filled with cold. We didn't find anything to eat for it, and the situation was very difficult. After about a month, an evacuation order came to the area where We were Waren to go to an area called the North Decision Khan Yunis. We said we had 500 dollars and it was spent out of an area in Rafah to go to the decision area. The distance was two hours after we left everything behind without clothes or a tent, and we wanted three days in the decision below the centenary in the extreme cold. My son Amir was subjected to serious skin diseases, we suffer from malnutrition and we were able to a year of tent New using some fabrics and sewing them. After that, after we were entrusted with getting some food from the aid, after about a month, the occupation carried out a major military operation in Al-Qara. We had to go to an area called Al-Alam in Rafah. We set up tents there. The situation was very bad because of pollution due to the lack of food resources from the difficulty of life there, and then came the news that I am Khan Younis. It became safe. We returned to Khan Younis. Unfortunately, we did not find it from our house there, it was a partial destroyer, but we set up our tents here and the situation is now under zero until the food is difficult to find it, so I hope that everyone will help us now, the weather is very cold. I want you to donate For me to buy driving clothes for children and buy blankets I appreciate the interest and I trust that you will not take thank you very much
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Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
🚨 Save Adam 🚨🚑
Some OCs. On the left is G.G., and on the right is Emilio. They’re from a current wip I’m working on. Might post more about it. Might not.
I tried something new. I pretty much had a completely different drawing process for this which is why it took me so long to finish it. I hate it. Okay, that's harsh. I don't hate the drawing itself, but I absolutely NEVER want to draw something like this again. Maybe.
Ibrahim Hussein and his wife, Yasmina, were married only three years ago. In January 2023 they welcomed their precious baby Maryam into the world...
Only nine months later, in October 2023, their lives were turned upside down by war and destruction in Gaza, forcing them to flee their beautiful home and to be displaced ever since.
Ibrahim's family has suffered much, even before the war. Ibrahim's father tragically died in 2014 as a result of a traffic accident, leaving Ibrahim responsible as the eldest of 7 siblings. Ibrahim's siblings are Muhammad, Hamza and Zakaria, and Israa, Ghadeer and Hadeel. Sadly, Ibrahim's sister, Ghadeer, and her husband were killed in October, leaving behind their two and a half year old son, Waseem
Waseem is now an orphan, cared for by Ibrahim and his family. Both Waseem and Maryam are infants/toddlers who are now suffering from malnourishment and disease from dirty drinking water. They have no formula, no good food of any kind, no diapers, and they are living in tents under the constant sounds of drones and bombs, and screams.
Yasmina's family members include her father, Abdullah, her mother, Yousra, her brother, Amir, and her sister Samar.
Abdullah and Yousra both need medicine for heart conditions and high blood pressure. Samar has Down's syndrome and needs much assistance with daily living and medical care.
This family has stayed together, hoping and praying every day that they could live to see another day and not see any more of their loved ones killed. They suffer each day from exposure, malnutrition, disease, and the constant threat of being bombed..
Ibrahim pleads for help to save his family from this suffering.
The funds raised by this campaign will help them to buy food, water, medicine, tents for travel when they must flee from bombs. They will also be used to pay for the expensive fees necessary to flee to Egypt.
I met Ibrahim and Yasmina through a social media campaign and project called Pass The Hat that is allied with Operation Olive Branch, a grassroots initiative that has been helping Palestinian families in need of urgent aid. Over several weeks I have gotten to know this family and now consider them some of my dearest friends.
They are in a crisis and every day grows worse for them.
Please donate as much as you can spare to get this family to safety as quickly as possible.
Thank you.
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