Gehad Qasem~Gaza 🇵🇸's banner

Gehad Qasem~Gaza 🇵🇸

@GehadfromGaza • 2,645 subscribers

Gehad Qasem is a lawyer from Gaza, a witness to the genocide, I write from my dark tent what I suffer daily WhatsApp +970567701931

Shorts

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”**

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”**

260,323 Aufrufe

Displacement after displacement… pain over pain… betrayal after betrayal 💔 We are now on the streets. My children have no shelter, hiding from the freezing night and the constant sounds of bombing. Every passing moment deepens their fear, hunger, and suffering… while the world remains silent! I beg every living heart, every person who can make a difference: please help me now to buy a tent to protect us and give my children warmth and safety, even for a single night 🙏

Displacement after displacement… pain over pain… betrayal after betrayal 💔 We are now on the streets. My children have no shelter, hiding from the freezing night and the constant sounds of bombing. Every passing moment deepens their fear, hunger, and suffering… while the world remains silent! I beg every living heart, every person who can make a difference: please help me now to buy a tent to protect us and give my children warmth and safety, even for a single night 🙏

36,870 Aufrufe

Childhood in Gaza is stolen every single day, yet despite deprivation and suffering, the innocence and humanity of our children remain alive. The world has abandoned us to face a machine of war that burned everything, destroyed our homes, took countless innocent lives, and left wounds in our hearts that will never heal. The pain of betrayal crushes us with every breath. My son Hani watches his little brother Tim suffer from high fever and severe nausea caused by a dangerous virus spreading with no medicine and no proper care, while life-saving drugs are deliberately kept from entering Gaza. All my child could do was try to protect his brother with makeshift masks and desperate alternatives that can never replace treatment. I write with my heart before my pen, pleading with every compassionate soul in this world: please save my son Tim, help me afford his costly treatment, for my entire life depends on keeping him alive. Please help me through the link below by donating, even a little. Your little means life for my child Tim, and it makes the difference between losing him or keeping him alive. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]

Childhood in Gaza is stolen every single day, yet despite deprivation and suffering, the innocence and humanity of our children remain alive. The world has abandoned us to face a machine of war that burned everything, destroyed our homes, took countless innocent lives, and left wounds in our hearts that will never heal. The pain of betrayal crushes us with every breath. My son Hani watches his little brother Tim suffer from high fever and severe nausea caused by a dangerous virus spreading with no medicine and no proper care, while life-saving drugs are deliberately kept from entering Gaza. All my child could do was try to protect his brother with makeshift masks and desperate alternatives that can never replace treatment. I write with my heart before my pen, pleading with every compassionate soul in this world: please save my son Tim, help me afford his costly treatment, for my entire life depends on keeping him alive. Please help me through the link below by donating, even a little. Your little means life for my child Tim, and it makes the difference between losing him or keeping him alive. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]

31,681 Aufrufe

From one displacement to another… from one pain to the next… we carry our children through rubble and fire, leaving behind destroyed homes and burned memories, only to end up under a torn tent that protects us neither from the freezing nights nor the burning sun… 💔 Every day we wake up to the sound of planes and bombings, and every night we fall asleep to fear, hunger, and endless pain. The whole world is watching, yet no one reaches out a hand, as if our suffering doesn’t matter, as if my children’s tears are just passing details. I am a broken father, helpless in front of my children’s tears, and their question that kills me inside: “Baba, why is no one helping us?” Please… from a wounded heart, don’t let us die slowly. Help me feed my children, protect my family from hunger, cold, and fear. 🙏

From one displacement to another… from one pain to the next… we carry our children through rubble and fire, leaving behind destroyed homes and burned memories, only to end up under a torn tent that protects us neither from the freezing nights nor the burning sun… 💔 Every day we wake up to the sound of planes and bombings, and every night we fall asleep to fear, hunger, and endless pain. The whole world is watching, yet no one reaches out a hand, as if our suffering doesn’t matter, as if my children’s tears are just passing details. I am a broken father, helpless in front of my children’s tears, and their question that kills me inside: “Baba, why is no one helping us?” Please… from a wounded heart, don’t let us die slowly. Help me feed my children, protect my family from hunger, cold, and fear. 🙏

21,798 Aufrufe

“Either I feed my children… or I die trying.” I am a father from Gaza, Watching my children writhe from hunger, their voices silenced and their features faded, Their empty plates bearing witness to the cruelty of this world. My pregnant wife groans in weakness, And I am a man broken by helplessness, a father shattered before cries I have no power to soothe. I have decided to go to death traps, To places surrounded by danger and bombardment, hoping to return with a morsel that keeps them alive. I may not return… but hunger has become harsher than bullets. And death in pursuit of a bite for my children… is easier than watching them die before my eyes. Do not forget my children, please do not forget them. They are not mere numbers… but small souls deserving of life. Do not forget my family… for in this world, all that remains for us are your merciful hearts.

“Either I feed my children… or I die trying.” I am a father from Gaza, Watching my children writhe from hunger, their voices silenced and their features faded, Their empty plates bearing witness to the cruelty of this world. My pregnant wife groans in weakness, And I am a man broken by helplessness, a father shattered before cries I have no power to soothe. I have decided to go to death traps, To places surrounded by danger and bombardment, hoping to return with a morsel that keeps them alive. I may not return… but hunger has become harsher than bullets. And death in pursuit of a bite for my children… is easier than watching them die before my eyes. Do not forget my children, please do not forget them. They are not mere numbers… but small souls deserving of life. Do not forget my family… for in this world, all that remains for us are your merciful hearts.

22,745 Aufrufe

⚠️🚨My family is in imminent danger... We have received an urgent evacuation order, and the area we live in has become red and life-threatening. I am a helpless father, unable to save my wife and children or move them to a safer place. Every minute that passes could be our last, and all we need is $500 urgently to cover the transportation costs!! I write these words with a broken heart, terrified for my children... Please, help us before it's too late. Don't leave us alone to face this unknown fate. 💔 #غزة #Gaza #SaveGaza #HelpFamilies #Evacuation #EmergencyHelp #HumanitarianAid #RescueChildren #Palestine #StandWithGaza

⚠️🚨My family is in imminent danger... We have received an urgent evacuation order, and the area we live in has become red and life-threatening. I am a helpless father, unable to save my wife and children or move them to a safer place. Every minute that passes could be our last, and all we need is $500 urgently to cover the transportation costs!! I write these words with a broken heart, terrified for my children... Please, help us before it's too late. Don't leave us alone to face this unknown fate. 💔 #غزة #Gaza #SaveGaza #HelpFamilies #Evacuation #EmergencyHelp #HumanitarianAid #RescueChildren #Palestine #StandWithGaza

13,147 Aufrufe

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”** please 🙏 help my family 💔 Will 🦥 Menaker Louis Allday B.M. Irlandarra

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”** please 🙏 help my family 💔 Will 🦥 Menaker Louis Allday B.M. Irlandarra

13,044 Aufrufe

My little boy, Taim, is fading away in my arms... fever, malnutrition, and a harsh cough are consuming his fragile body, while his brother Hani tries to comfort him with his innocence. I have no medicine, no means to save him-only your compassionate hearts. Save Taim's life... before I lose him. Donate link : ⤵️ Please 🙏 Donate

My little boy, Taim, is fading away in my arms... fever, malnutrition, and a harsh cough are consuming his fragile body, while his brother Hani tries to comfort him with his innocence. I have no medicine, no means to save him-only your compassionate hearts. Save Taim's life... before I lose him. Donate link : ⤵️ Please 🙏 Donate

10,455 Aufrufe

Videos

Anya Rossi

sweetdream.ai

SweetDream.ai•Sponsored•Livecam

Watch Anya Live

Anya is streaming live right now! Join her private show and enjoy exclusive content.

Exclusive private shows

1.2k viewers online

Private Show

Join now for exclusive access

Free preview available • Premium content

🔥❄️ Winter Crushes Us… and the World Watches ❄️🔥 Winter has arrived like a raging beast. Rain pours over our torn tent without mercy, flooding the ground beneath us, seeping into our soaked mattresses and blankets—those thin layers that can no longer protect my children from the cold that cuts through their little chests. My children shiver… cough… fall sick. I see their pale, trembling faces and hear their cries every night, while my hands are tied and my voice breaks inside me. O world… You watch us drowning in rain and freezing in pain. You hear the cries of children, yet nothing moves. What kind of humanity lets a child tremble until he cries from cold? What heart can witness a tent flooding, a family freezing and starving, and still remain still? We need shelter. We need winter clothes. We need blankets. We need anything—anything—to save our children before this deadly cold takes them. We need mercy… even just enough to keep a small, fragile life alive. 💔❄️ I beg you… Do not let my plea disappear into silence.

🔥❄️ Winter Crushes Us… and the World Watches ❄️🔥 Winter has arrived like a raging beast. Rain pours over our torn tent without mercy, flooding the ground beneath us, seeping into our soaked mattresses and blankets—those thin layers that can no longer protect my children from the cold that cuts through their little chests. My children shiver… cough… fall sick. I see their pale, trembling faces and hear their cries every night, while my hands are tied and my voice breaks inside me. O world… You watch us drowning in rain and freezing in pain. You hear the cries of children, yet nothing moves. What kind of humanity lets a child tremble until he cries from cold? What heart can witness a tent flooding, a family freezing and starving, and still remain still? We need shelter. We need winter clothes. We need blankets. We need anything—anything—to save our children before this deadly cold takes them. We need mercy… even just enough to keep a small, fragile life alive. 💔❄️ I beg you… Do not let my plea disappear into silence.

Gehad Qasem~Gaza 🇵🇸

16,328 Aufrufe • vor 9 Monaten

My tent flooded, and my children were left soaked in freezing rain.😭💔🙏 I am a father begging the world: my children need a tent now, not words. Please help save them from cold and loss.

My tent flooded, and my children were left soaked in freezing rain.😭💔🙏 I am a father begging the world: my children need a tent now, not words. Please help save them from cold and loss.

Gehad Qasem~Gaza 🇵🇸

14,562 Aufrufe • vor 8 Monaten

Please don’t ignore this message… My children are hungry, and hunger is slowly killing us 💔 Every donation or share saves a life. Leave a 🍉 or a dot to say: “I see you.” Thank you from the heart… Your support is our only hope 🙏

Please don’t ignore this message… My children are hungry, and hunger is slowly killing us 💔 Every donation or share saves a life. Leave a 🍉 or a dot to say: “I see you.” Thank you from the heart… Your support is our only hope 🙏

Gehad From Gaza 🇵🇸

11,629 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

Keine weiteren Inhalte verfügbar