Family from Palestine- Gaza 🇵🇸❤️

Before you donate, please take a moment to read our story we really need u. 💔😔

This link is where you can help support our family, and reading our journey will show you exactly how your contribution can make a real difference.👇🙏

Hello, my name is Anas, and I am from Gaza and this is Our Story from Gaza: Before and After 💔

Before the war, my family and I lived in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple but full of meaning. I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in a home filled with love and laughter.

Every morning, my father and mother would wake up early to go to work, while my sister prepared for school. We had our normal daily routines, shared meals together, celebrated birthdays, and dreamed of the future.

It wasn’t a rich life, but it was ours. We had our house, a small piece of farmland, good neighbors, and beautiful land around us that gave us a sense of peace and belonging. My mother, father, and sister were always part of this daily rhythm, making our life feel ordinary yet full of warmth and stability.

Every Thursday, our whole family would gather at my grandmother’s house laughter, stories, and meals together. That special time brought us closer and filled our hearts with joy. Now, all of that is gone.

Our home between before and after 🥺💔

The Day Everything Changed 

 During the first week of the war, the bombing forced us to leave our home. We thought it would be temporary, but then came the news that broke us: our home was completely destroyed. Flattened to the ground. Everything we worked for and saved, every memory, gone in a moment.Since then, we have been displaced multiple times from Shuja'iyya to Rimal, then Al-Zawada, and finally Rafah. Each time we carried less with us. We’ve slept on floors, in schools, and even tents. Nights are freezing, days are unbearably hot. There is no clean water, no electricity, no toilets. We wait hours just for bread. We lost not only our home but also our jobs, our stability, and our sense of safety. Right now, our only dream is to survive tomorrow.

Why I Am Asking for Your Help

I am starting this campaign to support my family because the war destroyed everything we had our home, our land, our routines, and our sense of safety. Your help will allow us to rebuild our lives step by step.

and we are raising $20,000 to help my family survive and rebuild after the war. This amount will allow us to:

1-Rebuilding our home and farmland: Our house was completely destroyed, along with our small piece of farmland. These were not just buildings or land they were the heart of our daily life, where we felt safe and connected to our surroundings. We need help to repair and rebuild a stable home and restore the land that provided us with peace and sustenance.
2-Restoring our daily life and happiness: Before the war, we had routines and small joys  working in the fields, sharing meals, celebrating birthdays, and seeing our neighbors regularly. Every Thursday, our family gathered at my grandmother’s house. Those ordinary days brought us happiness and a sense of belonging. We want to bring back some of that normal life.
3-Support for work and livelihoods: The war took away our jobs and sources of income. My parents, who used to work hard to provide for the family, can no longer earn a living safely. Donations will help us cover essential expenses and start rebuilding work opportunities so we can support ourselves again.
4-Food, clean water, and urgent health needs: Life now is a struggle for basic necessities. Your donation helps us access proper food, clean water, and medicine for urgent health needs.
Your support, no matter the amount, is not just money it’s hope, dignity, and a chance for a family who lost everything to start over. Every contribution helps us recover a little of the life we loved and the memories that made it special.

As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed

From My Heart ❤️

To everyone who supported us before, and to anyone reading this now  thank you 🙏. I know the world is full of struggles, and I don’t take your kindness for granted.

Please, if you can, donate again through this new link or share it with others. Every bit of help means so much to me and my family. 💔🙏

Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the link.

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Some of you may already know me from my previous fundraiser on GoFundMe. I want to explain honestly what happened: I closed that campaign myself because receiving the money there was very difficult. Their strict policies only allowed transfers in one currency (USD), which made it hard for many people who wanted to support us in other currencies. Some donations could not even reach us, and part of the money had to be returned to the donors.

That’s why I decided to move my campaign here to chuffed.org. This platform is much better for our situation because it allows people to donate in different currencies (USD, EUR, and more). This way, support can truly reach us without these problems.

Thanks to your support, we have collected $22,236! 🙌

We have returned $2,300, and the remaining funds from our previous campaign are approximately $20,000.

With your help, we are now focusing on achieving our next goals:

Our Goals:

Goal 1: 1,000$

Goal 2: 5,000$

Goal 3: 10,000$

Goal 4: 15,000$

Goal 5: 20,000$

Now you can donate any currency you want🙏🙏

As the new year begins, I sit inside our cold tent and ask myself:

Do I even have the right to dream?

I dreamed of welcoming this year in a home that protects us, not in a fragile tent that shakes with every wind and lets the cold creep into our nights.

I dreamed that my children could sleep without fear, and wake up to the smell of bread — not the sound of bombing.

My wish was simple.

A small home. A safe roof. Warmth that feels like the homes we lost.

I wished I could vaccinate my children, protect their health, and shield them from illness the same way I try to shield them from war.

But the reality is heavier than my strength, and the war has taken away our choices and our time.

In this new year, I am not asking for the impossible.

I am asking for a kind hand, a compassionate heart, and help that can restore a piece of our humanity.

Maybe my wishes will come true.

Maybe my children will grow up remembering that someone stood by them in their darkest days.

We are still dreaming, despite everything.

And we still believe that kindness has not disappeared.🙏

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hello gay people in my computer. as much as i have tried to hold the strings together it looks like i am about to get sucker punched once again by the world's slowest fist made of dollar bills.

the situation;
i am the sole breadwinner at the moment for a household of three. one household member is too disabled to hold down a job and just had his disability application denied. we are going to try to do what we can but, you know. that stuff takes time that we don't have.

the other person has a job that pays significantly less than mine but regular bills just consume everything like a hungry animal.

all three of us are disabled, trans, require expensive medicine to live (me in particular), need food to live, need to pay for rent, electricity, etc.. one of our cats is ill and we literally just cannot take her to a vet because the x-ray she needs is 650 dollars we don't have. the other two haven't had a checkup in a while either, because, again, money we don't have.

it is just all very much, and then the $2000 dollar surprise expense comes and punches us in the collective balls. i do not know if i will have the ability to fundraise all of it off tumblr but it would be nice to have some assistance, i know we are all just sort of passing the same 20 dollars around.

but. yeah. anything helps.

tl;dr i need to wrangle up $2000 in 7 days.

thanks

"I can't always understand what Farah is complaining about; she only expresses herself through tears and making loud, attention-grabbing noises."

I have explained before that Farah has kidney problems, and thanks to the first donations we received, Wesal was able to buy Farah one month's worth of medication to keep her physical health stable.

But Farah is also autistic, and her current situation is very hard on her. Wesal told me today that Farah isn't doing well. She has been crying all day and making repetitive noises. She doesn't want to eat any of her usual food. She is clearly very distressed.

I do not have to explain to you that Wesal would rather help Farah than make a video of her, but all she can do is wait for enough donations to get some fruit and cheese, some food that Farah might be willing to eat.

"My child’s is in turmoil. Her heart is pounding, her body is eroding, and her tears do not stop expressing her hunger and suffering. From cheap types of food, I cannot provide adequate food. In addition to medicine, I need good food that contains all the elements, such as meat, chicken, and eggs, and all of this requires money."

Wesal continuously keeps hold of hope, for her daughter. "When I feel despair," she writes to me, "I remember the donors who contributed to Farah’s survival. They had a generous hand and were kind to her tears. I remember that tomorrow holds an opportunity for the best."

Today we received only one donation. I thank this person graciously. Please share this post, and donate if you are able.

For Farah.

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Guys, the killing has not stopped. Hunger is crushing us slowly, day after day. Gunfire surrounds us, and even tents and the last remains of our homes are not spared. There is no safety anywhere. What is happening in Gaza is not a tragedy or a conflict. It is genocide. We are not asking for sympathy. We are asking to survive. Please help us. Please save our lives.

If you're in the US, now is a great time to talk to the young people in your life about the US military:

• The recruiter is not your friend. The military employs child psychologists to learn how to make you think the recruiter is your friend.
• The recruiter is allowed to lie to you and makes more money if they do.
• The recruiter is paid a commission to groom children into cannon fodder.
• The recruiter will tell you you're special and will go into special smart soldier programs instead of combat. They're lying.
• The recruiter may tell you they can tell if someone can get PTSD or not and only recruit people like you, who won't. They're lying.
• The recruiter may tell you you'll be too busy attending free college (!!) to go overseas. They're lying.
• The recruiter may ask what countries you want to travel to and promise you bougie placements on military bases in those countries. They're lying.
• Even "It's just four years!" is a lie - the government is allowed to hold you past your enlistment period with a stop-loss order.
• The recruiter actually has zero power to decide anything that happens to you after you enlist and they more importantly don't care what happens to you.
• If you enlist, you will be brainwashed to make you willing to do things to other humans that you would never be willing to do today.
• You will be ordered to do things that will kill children. And you'll do them.
• The military is not the only way or even the best way for you to go to college or start a career.
• Military brainwashing will actually make you into a terrible university student because it degrades your ability to think critically and question your sources.
• Having PTSD and/or a TBI will make it harder to be a student and keep a job.
• Veterans' benefits suck these days.
• Being a veteran drastically increases your risk of homelessness, suicide, alcohol and drug dependence, prison time, and becoming an abuser to your loved ones.
• The military will expose you to chemicals that will drastically increase your chances of developing cancer.
• The military will withhold information about your rights to conscientiously object after enlisting.
• A lot can change in four years.

To whoever reads my words with their heart before their eyes… I am a girl who was supposed to be counting down the days of joy, but instead, I count them with anxiety and fear.

My wedding day is approaching, and people ask me: “Are you ready? Are you happy?” And I smile so I don’t cry, because the truth is, I own nothing… No house to close the door to and say: This is my home, No clothes to wear, Not even a dress to make me feel like a bride. Long nights I cry silently, Will I enter my new life empty-handed? Will I begin my joy with tears? I have never asked anything of anyone, But need has broken me, And helplessness has wounded me. I am not asking for the impossible… I am only asking for modesty, I am asking for dignity to begin, I am asking not to stand on my wedding day feeling less than others. If you have compassion in your heart, And if you have the power, Your help could change my life completely. It might be a garment that brings me joy, Or a roof under which I can hide from fear, Or a sincere prayer that mends my broken heart. Don't let me begin my joy with a broken heart… God's mercy is immense, And today I await that mercy.

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🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨

I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣

My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.

But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.

We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.

My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.

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Hello everyone ،،

The effects of the war on Gaza are still present in the details of daily life, especially in the lives of those who lost their homes and found no alternative but tents.

I am the mother of a child born during the war, specifically at the height of the bombing, amidst the sounds of explosions, fear, and insecurity. Today, two years later, we still live in a tent.

Living in a tent is not life, but a daily struggle to secure the most basic rights.

Pure drinking water is not easily available. We have to carry it from long distances, and we may wait for hours to get enough water for one day.

Food is also not always available, and we often lack basic ingredients. Sometimes I don't have anything to feed my child and have to wait for aid or donations to arrive.

There is no electricity, no place to shower, and no toilets.

We are not looking for luxury, but for the bare minimum of dignity: a roof over our heads, clean water, and enough food.

Please, any donation, no matter how small, will help us in our war for survival.

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