This is why the fundraisers you see are between $10,000 - 150,000. Palestinians have no choice but to raise that money which is why you all need to share those posts at the very least. Reblog those posts. Post them to your other social media accounts if you have them. Donate! Please, these people are in need
أكثر من 8 آلاف إصابة.. "الكبد الوبائي" يهدد حياة أطفال غزة
انتشرت حالات التهاب الكبد الوبائي بين الأطفال، نتيجة نقص النظافة والمياه، وتلوّث الغذاء، والاكتظاظ السكاني في مراكز النزوح.
More than 8 thousand cases.
“Hepatitis A” threatens the lives of Gaza’s children
Cases of hepatitis have spread among children, as a result of lack of hygiene and water, food contamination, and overcrowding in displacement centers
There is a great possibility that a temporary truce agreement will be reached, and the terms of the truce are agreed upon: the army’s temporary withdrawal from all areas, and the return of the Rafah crossing to remove people who want to travel.
I ask every person with a conscience and a pure heart to feel for us, because my family is large, and to donate to us generously, because there is no agreement on a specific period for the truce, and it is possible for them to return to all areas and continue the bombing and killing of innocents and defenseless children.
I have a huge burden on my shoulders, and the war made me go through the most difficult suffering, because my brother has special needs, and my wife’s mother lost her sight as a result of a stroke, and my daughter dreams of living in safety like the children of the world.
I hope you will support us, and I hope you will donate generously, and share it extensively so that it reaches the largest number and get everyone to donate to us, because I am unable to escape with everyone if something bad happens to us.
When sorrow and difficulties strike hard, hope becomes the lone star in the dark sky. This is the story of Amira, a 23-year-old girl who found herself bearing the burden of her family after her father's death three years ago due to the coronavirus.
After my father's passing, I found myself taking care of my family, consisting of my mother, sister Noor, and brother Abdulrahman. My mother, suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes, faces health problems that further complicate their situation. But courage and determination drive Amira forward.
I worked as a teaching assistant at the university while pursuing a master's degree in data science, and also worked as a programmer in a company. My life was going smoothly until war came and destroyed everything.
My university, workplace, and home were completely destroyed, forcing them to flee south in search of a safe haven. Now, I and my family live in tents for displaced people in Deir al-Balah, where they suffer from water shortages and the spread of diseases, posing an additional challenge, especially for my immunocompromised mother.
This is a brief about our daily suffering.
Please help me, my mother, my sister and my brother to go out to treat my mother because she suffers from widespread diseases because her immunity is weak and help us to complete our educational journey, me and my brother
My friends, who did not evacuate to the south with me, refused to send me pictures of the complete destruction of our home in the north, fearing it would shock and sadden us over my father's suffering. They only sent this picture.,I remain convinced that I am in a nightmare from which I have yet to awaken. I wait to wake up in our demolished home, a place we obtained after much hardship and struggle. I long to call my martyred friend to stroll through the devastated streets of the camp, greeting the martyrs and the roads, smiling at the children who fell in battles far greater than their tender bodies could endure. I return to the emptiness of the house, but the magnitude of the details I witness each day exceeds the lifespan of a dream, indeed exceeding my own lifetime. Our home, my friend, the camp, and dozens of children have fallen, and with them, my smile. Now, my only dream is to survive with my family, reunite with my father, and start our lives anew, far from war, destruction, and death. This will be possible with your support and generosity, my friends.💔😔🫂
On the left, my sister Tala, 14 years old, full of joy while enjoying a large pizza at a fancy restaurant before the war on Gaza. On the right, Tala, fleeing with her family to a Palestinian stranger's old farm in Rafah, struggling to bake dry bread unfit for consumption. The war has stolen her childhood, replacing happiness with hardship. This stark contrast is a heartbreaking reminder of all we've lost.
What will happen now to Tala's future? And to the futures of all Palestinian children?
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