I am Alaa… Can you hear me?

I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.

I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.

Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.

Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.

But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.

An airstrike hit our neighborhood.

Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔

We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.

Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.

Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.

It doesn’t shield us from the cold.

It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.

Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.

I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.

I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.

I am Alaa😓.

I don’t ask for much.

Just a chance to live with dignity again.

Just a moment of mercy.

If you hear me… if you feel my pain…

🌸Please help us🌸🙏.

Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.

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From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.

ALT

We in Gaza have been left to face death alone. My family and I live this reality every day. We don't receive enough food; we share what little we have, and it's never enough. We go to sleep wondering if we'll find anything to eat tomorrow. We have no shelter from the rain and cold. Our tent is flooded, and the ground beneath us is muddy and freezing.

We try to protect ourselves with what little we have… and we have nothing. We suffer from illness without medicine. We see our exhaustion worsen, but there are no hospitals capable of treating us, no available treatment. We feel helpless as we watch ourselves in pain. The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and all we can do here is endure suffering and pain.

Please, friends, help us and donate so we can buy food to satisfy our hunger, blankets and new clothes to protect us from the cold, repair our torn tent, and buy medicine to treat our illnesses. Please help us by donating, friends.

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The flooding is extremely dangerous to the people of Gaza, who often already have health conditions such as injuries or malnourishment. Constant exposure to dirty water will worsen all of these problems. Please share and give what you can to help Ahmed and his family make it through this

ALT

We in Gaza have been left to face death alone. My family and I live this reality every day. We don't receive enough food; we share what little we have, and it's never enough. We go to sleep wondering if we'll find anything to eat tomorrow. We have no shelter from the rain and cold. Our tent is flooded, and the ground beneath us is muddy and freezing.

We try to protect ourselves with what little we have… and we have nothing. We suffer from illness without medicine. We see our exhaustion worsen, but there are no hospitals capable of treating us, no available treatment. We feel helpless as we watch ourselves in pain. The crossings are closed, aid is blocked, and all we can do here is endure suffering and pain.

Please, friends, help us and donate so we can buy food to satisfy our hunger, blankets and new clothes to protect us from the cold, repair our torn tent, and buy medicine to treat our illnesses. Please help us by donating, friends.

*My name is Hesham, I’m 26 years old, and I live in Gaza.*

I used to dream of building a future — a home, a family, a stable life. I am engaged to a wonderful woman, and like any man, I wished to give her happiness, love, and the small joys of life… even a simple gift 🎁.

But war stole all of that from me 💔.

Our house was completely destroyed by the bombing 💥. We lost everything. Now, I live in a torn and leaking *tent*, with rain pouring in during the cold nights 🌧️⛺. We barely sleep from the cold and fear. There is *no roof*, no safety, no comfort.

I have *no job*, and I can’t provide for my fiancée or my family. I feel helpless watching the person I love suffer with me, while I can’t even afford to buy her a small gift to remind her she’s not forgotten 💔💍.

Everything is so expensive now — food, blankets, even basic survival needs 🍞💸.

We don’t even have enough *blankets* or proper *shelter*.

We are cold, hungry, and exhausted.

*This is not life. It’s survival. And even that is slipping away.*

Please, if you are reading this… know that your donation can change everything.

*We urgently need a new tent, warm covers, food, and hygiene items.*