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

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“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.”**

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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 🙏

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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. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]

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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. 🙏

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“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.

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My son, Tim, is fighting for his life in my arms. Hunger and illness have consumed his fragile body after drinking contaminated water. He now suffers from severe gastroenteritis, with relentless diarrhea, high fever, and continuous vomiting. He spent the night in pain, and I sat beside him with cold compresses, helpless, watching his pale face fade. I couldn’t take him to a hospital—relentless airstrikes, drones circling above, and roads that lead only to death. Fear has become stronger than our will to survive. Tim, like every child in the world, deserves to live. But he has been deprived of his most basic rights—medicine, clean water, and food. The hospitals in northern Gaza have collapsed. No medication. No supplies. No hope. What kind of world turns a deaf ear to a child’s cry? What humanity allows innocence to be slaughtered before its very eyes without a word? I am a broken father, watching my child suffer without being able to ease his pain. I turn to the merciful hearts that have never abandoned us… Please, do not turn away now. Tim urgently needs medicine to ease his pain, clean water to heal his body, and food to nourish what remains of his strength. Any donation, no matter how small, could bring Tim back to life. You could revive a child’s soul and give a devastated father a glimmer of hope amidst the ruins. Don’t let Tim’s light fade before our eyes. Don’t let our cries go unheard. I will tell God everything—of those who abandoned us, of those who watched us die in silence. And before God, all oppressors and the betrayed shall meet.💔😢 #SaveTim #GazaUnderAttack #DonateForTim #ChildrenOfGaza #StopTheKilling #HumanityIsAResponsibility

My son, Tim, is fighting for his life in my arms. Hunger and illness have consumed his fragile body after drinking contaminated water. He now suffers from severe gastroenteritis, with relentless diarrhea, high fever, and continuous vomiting. He spent the night in pain, and I sat beside him with cold compresses, helpless, watching his pale face fade. I couldn’t take him to a hospital—relentless airstrikes, drones circling above, and roads that lead only to death. Fear has become stronger than our will to survive. Tim, like every child in the world, deserves to live. But he has been deprived of his most basic rights—medicine, clean water, and food. The hospitals in northern Gaza have collapsed. No medication. No supplies. No hope. What kind of world turns a deaf ear to a child’s cry? What humanity allows innocence to be slaughtered before its very eyes without a word? I am a broken father, watching my child suffer without being able to ease his pain. I turn to the merciful hearts that have never abandoned us… Please, do not turn away now. Tim urgently needs medicine to ease his pain, clean water to heal his body, and food to nourish what remains of his strength. Any donation, no matter how small, could bring Tim back to life. You could revive a child’s soul and give a devastated father a glimmer of hope amidst the ruins. Don’t let Tim’s light fade before our eyes. Don’t let our cries go unheard. I will tell God everything—of those who abandoned us, of those who watched us die in silence. And before God, all oppressors and the betrayed shall meet.💔😢 #SaveTim #GazaUnderAttack #DonateForTim #ChildrenOfGaza #StopTheKilling #HumanityIsAResponsibility

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When You Have Nothing… and Still Choose to Give My children shared the last bit of milk we had with our cat — not because we had enough, but because we have absolutely nothing. Hunger is now a daily guest in our home, and the painful silence fills their empty stomachs. Hunger taught them mercy, and despite the suffering, kindness still lives in their hearts. All I wish for is a bite of food to keep them standing, a little warmth to chase away this killing cold, and a glimpse of hope in their exhausted eyes. I can’t provide them with food. I watch them grow weaker day after day… Their pain is tearing me apart. And still — they think of others before themselves. Have you ever seen hunger teach generosity? Can you imagine fear giving birth to compassion? That’s how my children live… in the harshest conditions, with the purest hearts. This is not exaggeration. We are living through a real famine. The cold seeps into our bones, and fear never leaves us. Our nights are long, silent, and cruel. If my voice reaches you, please — don’t let it fade. Don’t scroll past our pain. Every second of delay means deeper hunger… and deeper fear. To every merciful soul out there — we are pleading with you. Help us survive. Please donate and give my children a chance at life:

When You Have Nothing… and Still Choose to Give My children shared the last bit of milk we had with our cat — not because we had enough, but because we have absolutely nothing. Hunger is now a daily guest in our home, and the painful silence fills their empty stomachs. Hunger taught them mercy, and despite the suffering, kindness still lives in their hearts. All I wish for is a bite of food to keep them standing, a little warmth to chase away this killing cold, and a glimpse of hope in their exhausted eyes. I can’t provide them with food. I watch them grow weaker day after day… Their pain is tearing me apart. And still — they think of others before themselves. Have you ever seen hunger teach generosity? Can you imagine fear giving birth to compassion? That’s how my children live… in the harshest conditions, with the purest hearts. This is not exaggeration. We are living through a real famine. The cold seeps into our bones, and fear never leaves us. Our nights are long, silent, and cruel. If my voice reaches you, please — don’t let it fade. Don’t scroll past our pain. Every second of delay means deeper hunger… and deeper fear. To every merciful soul out there — we are pleading with you. Help us survive. Please donate and give my children a chance at life:

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⚠️🚨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

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“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

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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

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My Mother Weeps… Is There a Heart That Still Cares? In a forgotten corner of this weary world, my mother sits and weeps… she weeps from hunger, from weakness, from heartbreak. My mother—who carried me for nine long years, who stayed awake for my comfort—now sits helpless before my eyes, groaning from hunger and pain, and I am powerless. What agony is greater than watching the one who gave you life wither away before you, while you cannot offer her even a piece of bread or a drop of medicine? We are living through a real famine. Every day we suffocate under the silence of the world. Our children cry, our sick are dying, our homes are empty—except for tears. We are not asking for the impossible. We are asking simply… to live. We are asking for mercy. To those with merciful hearts, to those whose tables overflow with food… extend your hands to us. Do not leave us alone to face this hunger and darkness. Save our mothers. Save our children. Save your own humanity. We are not writing just to complain—we are crying out. So, is there anyone listening? Save us… for our hearts are weary, and hunger does not forgive. 🔗 #SaveGaza #HelpGazaNow #FamineInGaza #ActForGaza #HumanityFirst #GazaUnderSiege #FeedTheHungry #EndTheBlockade #MercyForGaza #FreePalestine #ceasefire

My Mother Weeps… Is There a Heart That Still Cares? In a forgotten corner of this weary world, my mother sits and weeps… she weeps from hunger, from weakness, from heartbreak. My mother—who carried me for nine long years, who stayed awake for my comfort—now sits helpless before my eyes, groaning from hunger and pain, and I am powerless. What agony is greater than watching the one who gave you life wither away before you, while you cannot offer her even a piece of bread or a drop of medicine? We are living through a real famine. Every day we suffocate under the silence of the world. Our children cry, our sick are dying, our homes are empty—except for tears. We are not asking for the impossible. We are asking simply… to live. We are asking for mercy. To those with merciful hearts, to those whose tables overflow with food… extend your hands to us. Do not leave us alone to face this hunger and darkness. Save our mothers. Save our children. Save your own humanity. We are not writing just to complain—we are crying out. So, is there anyone listening? Save us… for our hearts are weary, and hunger does not forgive. 🔗 #SaveGaza #HelpGazaNow #FamineInGaza #ActForGaza #HumanityFirst #GazaUnderSiege #FeedTheHungry #EndTheBlockade #MercyForGaza #FreePalestine #ceasefire

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🔥❄️ 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 🇵🇸

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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 🇵🇸

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Water and salt… Just imagine… having no food at all. Today, it wasn’t our choice to go on a hunger strike—it was forced upon us. We found nothing to keep us alive… no crumbs, no piece of bread, nothing to feed my little ones who haven’t had a bite since yesterday. My idea today was simple… water and salt. Just water and salt. Not a choice, but a desperate attempt to silence the hunger of children suffering in silence. We once dreamed, like every human being, to live with dignity—to eat when we’re hungry, to feed our children when they cry. But that dream has become impossible. Thank you, silent world… Famine is killing us, stealing our breath one by one. We are dying slowly, dying in silence… but we will not remain silent. We’ll tell you, before hunger swallows us, that we carried dreams—we only wanted to live… in peace. We have been deprived of the most basic right… food. I try to soothe my little ones with water and salt, and what can bring life back to us now is nothing but your compassionate hands. Your donations could keep us alive, could give us a meal that saves just one more day. Prices show no mercy, and hunger doesn’t wait… Save us, before more souls wither away.

Water and salt… Just imagine… having no food at all. Today, it wasn’t our choice to go on a hunger strike—it was forced upon us. We found nothing to keep us alive… no crumbs, no piece of bread, nothing to feed my little ones who haven’t had a bite since yesterday. My idea today was simple… water and salt. Just water and salt. Not a choice, but a desperate attempt to silence the hunger of children suffering in silence. We once dreamed, like every human being, to live with dignity—to eat when we’re hungry, to feed our children when they cry. But that dream has become impossible. Thank you, silent world… Famine is killing us, stealing our breath one by one. We are dying slowly, dying in silence… but we will not remain silent. We’ll tell you, before hunger swallows us, that we carried dreams—we only wanted to live… in peace. We have been deprived of the most basic right… food. I try to soothe my little ones with water and salt, and what can bring life back to us now is nothing but your compassionate hands. Your donations could keep us alive, could give us a meal that saves just one more day. Prices show no mercy, and hunger doesn’t wait… Save us, before more souls wither away.

Gehad Qasem~Gaza 🇵🇸

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My child is sick and urgently needs treatment. Pain is consuming his little body, and every passing minute threatens his life. Please, do not leave him to fight alone. Save his childhood, save his tiny heart.💔😭🙏

My child is sick and urgently needs treatment. Pain is consuming his little body, and every passing minute threatens his life. Please, do not leave him to fight alone. Save his childhood, save his tiny heart.💔😭🙏

Gehad From Gaza 🇵🇸

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