For three days I've been battling this illness alone. A severe case of the flu has exhausted me; my weak body can't take it anymore. The cough won't subside, and my fever worsens day by day. I haven't slept a wink, not only because of the illness, but also because my bed is completely soaked with rainwater. I sleep on the cold floor, wet, shivering, and in pain.

My three children could die from the cold

They are trapped in freezing conditions inside a tent that offers no protection—no heating, no proper blankets no safety.

Alma and Lama are burning with high fevers and suffering from severe illness caused by this unbearable life in the cold. I watch them shiver in front of me powerless while my heart breaks.

Every minute that passes puts their lives at greater risk.

Please, donate now to help us provide warmth, food, and urgent medical care for my children.

If you cannot donate, please share—your share could be the reason my children survive.

Vetted by #520

Today I stood beside my mother in the hospital, and the doctors were clear: her condition is critical and deeply alarming.
My mother is not asking for the impossible , she is asking for her right to live.
She is a human being, a soul in pain, just like your mother.

Why this silence? Why this indifference?
My mother urgently needs to travel to receive the treatment that could save her life.

I am begging you , don’t scroll past this as if it doesn’t matter.
Do something… share, speak, help.
And if she were your mother lying there in pain, what would you do?

vetted by @gazavetters (line #658)

On an ordinary day, just trying to survive, everything changed in an instant. I was at the Baptist Hospital in Gaza, seeking safety and treatment, but instead of safety, we were met with fire and destruction. The explosion was too powerful to forget. The screams, the smell of smoke, the bodies all around me—a single moment was enough to change my life forever. I woke up to a painful reality: I had lost my left leg. Yes, a part of me was gone, and with it, a large part of my life and dreams. Today, I am trying to start over. I am trying to learn how to live with a missing body but with a heart that still fights. Every step is a challenge, every day is difficult, but I refuse to give up. I want to live with dignity, to get treatment, and to be able to provide for my basic needs. I am not asking for much—just humanitarian aid to help with the costs of treatment, a prosthetic limb, and securing my future after this tragedy. Any amount—even a small one—could make a huge difference in my life. If you can support me or even just share my story, you are giving me a light in this darkness. Thank you to every heart that feels… and thank you to every hand that reaches out for good.

https://gofund.me/4d9b35553

just found out that there is a sudanfunds website! like gazafunds, it is a compilation of funds for people facing genocide

STOP 🛑🍉🇵🇸

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #721 )✅️

Hello everyone 👋

I'm Hassan from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸

I'm married and have two little girls ❤️‍🩹🫂

We're currently living in a tent after losing our home, our jobs, and everything else 🥺💔

My youngest needs milk every day, and it's still expensive 🍼💔

Life is still incredibly difficult here For my children's sake, please share my story 🥺🙏

Please donate, even a little; your donation could truly save my children ❤️‍🩹🙏🙏

🔗 Donate here

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #721 )✅️

They cut off usda funding from Minnesota, which includes wic and snap. Please consider donating to food banks around the area or food drives. Many immigrants are too scared to leave their homes to shop as well and a community member is doing great work.

Link to midwest food bank:

Link to a community food drive:

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.🙏

✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#514)✅