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A lawyer from #Gaza and a witness to genocide🇵🇸🇵🇸 🧷To contact WhatsApp +972594109976

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Today, I will leave… to search for food for my children. I’ve decided to go to the aid distribution point. I said goodbye to my family, my heart trembling… But I swore I wouldn’t return unless I brought something to feed them. I know very well that the road there is filled with death, But what choice do we have left except to risk everything? We are faced with two options: Either a quick death at the distribution point, Or a slow death beside my family, starving and helpless. Today, I walked away not knowing if I’ll ever see their faces again. I left carrying in my chest thousands of cries no one ever heard. I just wanted to say goodbye to you all… And thank you. Yes, thank you for your silence, For your indifference, For leaving us to face this fate alone.

Today, I will leave… to search for food for my children. I’ve decided to go to the aid distribution point. I said goodbye to my family, my heart trembling… But I swore I wouldn’t return unless I brought something to feed them. I know very well that the road there is filled with death, But what choice do we have left except to risk everything? We are faced with two options: Either a quick death at the distribution point, Or a slow death beside my family, starving and helpless. Today, I walked away not knowing if I’ll ever see their faces again. I left carrying in my chest thousands of cries no one ever heard. I just wanted to say goodbye to you all… And thank you. Yes, thank you for your silence, For your indifference, For leaving us to face this fate alone.

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I have triumphed… and I returned with flour. After 24 hours of waiting among the destroyed homes, in front of tanks, under a merciless sky… I slept on the sand, hearing death whisper in my ear, drawing so close… I could almost touch it. But as I told you, I had sworn—I would not return empty-handed. I would not come back without something to feed my children… not while their eyes were still waiting for me. And now, by the grace of God, I survived. I returned from the jaws of death… and I brought with me something simple—half a bag of flour. Yes… just flour. But to me, it was life itself. A lifeline for me and my family. I saw many fall before me. I heard their last cries. I could do nothing. I walked on fear, through rubble and dust, among broken dreams and scattered limbs. I hid from snipers… ran from tanks. But now I’m here. Alive. And I saw Adam—my child. I held him as if I was holding the whole world. I didn’t think I would make it back… but I did. Because I love them more than I fear death. For them… I risked everything. I endured. And I survived.

I have triumphed… and I returned with flour. After 24 hours of waiting among the destroyed homes, in front of tanks, under a merciless sky… I slept on the sand, hearing death whisper in my ear, drawing so close… I could almost touch it. But as I told you, I had sworn—I would not return empty-handed. I would not come back without something to feed my children… not while their eyes were still waiting for me. And now, by the grace of God, I survived. I returned from the jaws of death… and I brought with me something simple—half a bag of flour. Yes… just flour. But to me, it was life itself. A lifeline for me and my family. I saw many fall before me. I heard their last cries. I could do nothing. I walked on fear, through rubble and dust, among broken dreams and scattered limbs. I hid from snipers… ran from tanks. But now I’m here. Alive. And I saw Adam—my child. I held him as if I was holding the whole world. I didn’t think I would make it back… but I did. Because I love them more than I fear death. For them… I risked everything. I endured. And I survived.

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Please… don’t scroll past. Ali needs milk. Ali needs milk. Ali needs milk. If you just leave 3 comments, this post might reach more people — and you might help save him. Please don’t ignore this call… Ali is hungry, and he deserves to live.

Please… don’t scroll past. Ali needs milk. Ali needs milk. Ali needs milk. If you just leave 3 comments, this post might reach more people — and you might help save him. Please don’t ignore this call… Ali is hungry, and he deserves to live.

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My baby Ali is sick… and my heart is aching 💔 Today, my baby Ali — only 40 days old — developed a high fever. There is nothing more painful than seeing your newborn suffer and not being able to help. His mother has been sick since yesterday, with fever and exhaustion… And despite her condition, we had no infant formula available. She had to breastfeed him while she herself was unwell and hungry. The infection passed to him, and now he, too, is suffering from a fever. I couldn’t find fever medicine for him. I couldn’t find milk to feed him. I’m reaching out to anyone reading this: my baby needs medicine, he needs milk. We ask only for a little help—something that might ease his pain. Please: ❤️ Pray for his recovery ❤️ And “if you care about my family, leave a comment — even just a dot” so this post reaches someone who can help.

My baby Ali is sick… and my heart is aching 💔 Today, my baby Ali — only 40 days old — developed a high fever. There is nothing more painful than seeing your newborn suffer and not being able to help. His mother has been sick since yesterday, with fever and exhaustion… And despite her condition, we had no infant formula available. She had to breastfeed him while she herself was unwell and hungry. The infection passed to him, and now he, too, is suffering from a fever. I couldn’t find fever medicine for him. I couldn’t find milk to feed him. I’m reaching out to anyone reading this: my baby needs medicine, he needs milk. We ask only for a little help—something that might ease his pain. Please: ❤️ Pray for his recovery ❤️ And “if you care about my family, leave a comment — even just a dot” so this post reaches someone who can help.

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My little boy, Ali, has been suffering from a high fever for two days because of the new virus spreading in Gaza… The infection is spreading quickly among my family due to contaminated water and unhealthy food, and what breaks me the most is watching my child suffer while I cannot save him. The sounds of bombings and drones firing around us make it impossible to reach a hospital at night… and I am powerless to even provide him with medicine or milk. Donations on my account have decreased a lot, but today we are in desperate need of your help more than ever. 🙏 Please, don’t leave us alone… help me with whatever you can, and even if you cannot donate, leave a comment—even just a dot—so that my voice can reach the world. My child Ali is fighting this virus, but without medicine and milk, I cannot protect him… 💔 Will 🦥 Menaker Saul Williams

My little boy, Ali, has been suffering from a high fever for two days because of the new virus spreading in Gaza… The infection is spreading quickly among my family due to contaminated water and unhealthy food, and what breaks me the most is watching my child suffer while I cannot save him. The sounds of bombings and drones firing around us make it impossible to reach a hospital at night… and I am powerless to even provide him with medicine or milk. Donations on my account have decreased a lot, but today we are in desperate need of your help more than ever. 🙏 Please, don’t leave us alone… help me with whatever you can, and even if you cannot donate, leave a comment—even just a dot—so that my voice can reach the world. My child Ali is fighting this virus, but without medicine and milk, I cannot protect him… 💔 Will 🦥 Menaker Saul Williams

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My baby is wearing a plastic bag instead of a diaper… Yes, in the year 2025 — not during a famine from centuries ago. In a world full of progress, technology, and awareness… yet the world watches and does nothing. We ran out of diapers two days ago. The last pack I had was bought before the crossings were closed. I thought it would last, but I was wrong. My newborn — only 20 days old — needs more than hope. Now, he has no diapers. No formula. And his mother’s milk doesn’t satisfy him — she’s starving, suffering from malnutrition and exhaustion. She doesn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. We have nothing left — except a plastic bag. Yes, a plastic bag has become his diaper. I wrapped him in it… my hands trembling, my heart shattered. I’m terrified — that it’ll cause a rash, an infection, or worse. That he’ll lie in his own wetness, his delicate skin burning while he sleeps. The price of one pack of diapers is £500 — And formula? Impossible. Donations? None for two days. I am completely powerless. All I can do is watch him cry, and feel like I’m failing him. My baby doesn’t know war. He doesn’t understand borders or politics or embargoes. All he knows is hunger, wetness, and pain. I’m not asking for much… Just a pack of diapers. Just a can of formula. Just a little dignity for my child. Please — help us. Your donation might save him. Your prayer might open a door for mercy.

My baby is wearing a plastic bag instead of a diaper… Yes, in the year 2025 — not during a famine from centuries ago. In a world full of progress, technology, and awareness… yet the world watches and does nothing. We ran out of diapers two days ago. The last pack I had was bought before the crossings were closed. I thought it would last, but I was wrong. My newborn — only 20 days old — needs more than hope. Now, he has no diapers. No formula. And his mother’s milk doesn’t satisfy him — she’s starving, suffering from malnutrition and exhaustion. She doesn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. We have nothing left — except a plastic bag. Yes, a plastic bag has become his diaper. I wrapped him in it… my hands trembling, my heart shattered. I’m terrified — that it’ll cause a rash, an infection, or worse. That he’ll lie in his own wetness, his delicate skin burning while he sleeps. The price of one pack of diapers is £500 — And formula? Impossible. Donations? None for two days. I am completely powerless. All I can do is watch him cry, and feel like I’m failing him. My baby doesn’t know war. He doesn’t understand borders or politics or embargoes. All he knows is hunger, wetness, and pain. I’m not asking for much… Just a pack of diapers. Just a can of formula. Just a little dignity for my child. Please — help us. Your donation might save him. Your prayer might open a door for mercy.

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My son Ali has started standing and is trying to take his very first steps. These are incredibly precious and joyful moments for me.❤️ Please don’t forget my child in your support. It feels like no one cares about us anymore. 😔 If you’re passing by, please leave a comment — even a simple one means so much.❤️

My son Ali has started standing and is trying to take his very first steps. These are incredibly precious and joyful moments for me.❤️ Please don’t forget my child in your support. It feels like no one cares about us anymore. 😔 If you’re passing by, please leave a comment — even a simple one means so much.❤️

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My baby is only 10 days old… born into famine and under fire My little boy… my innocent angel… Ali, not even ten days old, came into this world during one of the darkest and most brutal times. He was born in Gaza, born into a genocide. An infant with no fault except that he is Palestinian — born in a place where milk is under siege, childhood is a target, and dreams die before they’re born. His birth was a nightmare. His mother, exhausted from hunger and malnutrition, barely survived. She cannot breastfeed him… she barely has the strength to hold him. And my baby? He cries endlessly. No formula, no diapers, no crib to sleep in, no warmth, no safety — only the cold arms of war. One can of infant formula costs $100, and a pack of diapers is nearly $400 — and we need them every week at least. But I stand here empty-handed… powerless… broken. I cannot give my child the most basic of rights: to be fed, to be clean, to be held in peace. My son, forgive me… I never knew you would be born into a world so cruel. I never imagined your first taste of life would be hunger, deprivation, and pain. But I will never stop trying. To those reading these words — you are our hope. My children need the bare minimum to survive. Your donations, your compassion, your humanity — they are the only things that can save my baby from this slow death, from a hunger that is louder than war. Please… help me save Ali. Help me protect a childhood that began in tragedy.

My baby is only 10 days old… born into famine and under fire My little boy… my innocent angel… Ali, not even ten days old, came into this world during one of the darkest and most brutal times. He was born in Gaza, born into a genocide. An infant with no fault except that he is Palestinian — born in a place where milk is under siege, childhood is a target, and dreams die before they’re born. His birth was a nightmare. His mother, exhausted from hunger and malnutrition, barely survived. She cannot breastfeed him… she barely has the strength to hold him. And my baby? He cries endlessly. No formula, no diapers, no crib to sleep in, no warmth, no safety — only the cold arms of war. One can of infant formula costs $100, and a pack of diapers is nearly $400 — and we need them every week at least. But I stand here empty-handed… powerless… broken. I cannot give my child the most basic of rights: to be fed, to be clean, to be held in peace. My son, forgive me… I never knew you would be born into a world so cruel. I never imagined your first taste of life would be hunger, deprivation, and pain. But I will never stop trying. To those reading these words — you are our hope. My children need the bare minimum to survive. Your donations, your compassion, your humanity — they are the only things that can save my baby from this slow death, from a hunger that is louder than war. Please… help me save Ali. Help me protect a childhood that began in tragedy.

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My children are hungry Adam, who is hungry, is trying to calm Ali, who is also hungry… Please, don’t scroll past. We’re not asking for much… We just want food We just want milk Help us make our voices heard. Leave a comment with a dot (.) so this post can reach more people.

My children are hungry Adam, who is hungry, is trying to calm Ali, who is also hungry… Please, don’t scroll past. We’re not asking for much… We just want food We just want milk Help us make our voices heard. Leave a comment with a dot (.) so this post can reach more people.

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With the arrival of the harsh cold, and with no warm blankets to protect us, my baby Ali, who is not yet six months old, caught the flu virus and his fever rose dangerously. I watch him growing weaker before my eyes… his tiny voice fading from the pain… and I stand helpless, feeling my heart being torn apart with every passing moment. Please… you who still carry mercy in your hearts, help me save my child before it’s too late. Ali’s life now hangs on the kindness of a caring hand reaching out to us

With the arrival of the harsh cold, and with no warm blankets to protect us, my baby Ali, who is not yet six months old, caught the flu virus and his fever rose dangerously. I watch him growing weaker before my eyes… his tiny voice fading from the pain… and I stand helpless, feeling my heart being torn apart with every passing moment. Please… you who still carry mercy in your hearts, help me save my child before it’s too late. Ali’s life now hangs on the kindness of a caring hand reaching out to us

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Please don’t scroll Ali needs milk. Ali needs diapers. Ali needs a dignified life. Share, donate, and leave a comment for this little angel. ❤️❤️

Please don’t scroll Ali needs milk. Ali needs diapers. Ali needs a dignified life. Share, donate, and leave a comment for this little angel. ❤️❤️

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“Daddy… will we get food tomorrow, or was today just a one-time thing?” Since early morning, I’ve been trying to find food for my family. I stood in a long line at a food kitchen, crushed by the crowd, barely able to stand from the pressure on my aching back. But I endured it—because my child hasn’t eaten in two days. Eventually, I received a small bowl of rice soup. We never used to eat this kind of food—but now, it’s all we have. My son ate it eagerly—not because he liked the taste, but because hunger left him no choice. Thank you, world… Here in Gaza, we are living through a famine. Yes, a famine—for over 70 days now. Since the war returned, food disappeared, and we began chasing crumbs of bread like they were treasures. Me? I can survive. But what about my child? My child who never knew the meaning of hunger—until Gaza taught him. We beg you… stand with us. We don’t ask for much. Just a clean meal, safe food, a bottle of milk, a piece of bread. Save the children who are still alive—yet starving. Your donations give us life. Your support gives us hope for another day.

“Daddy… will we get food tomorrow, or was today just a one-time thing?” Since early morning, I’ve been trying to find food for my family. I stood in a long line at a food kitchen, crushed by the crowd, barely able to stand from the pressure on my aching back. But I endured it—because my child hasn’t eaten in two days. Eventually, I received a small bowl of rice soup. We never used to eat this kind of food—but now, it’s all we have. My son ate it eagerly—not because he liked the taste, but because hunger left him no choice. Thank you, world… Here in Gaza, we are living through a famine. Yes, a famine—for over 70 days now. Since the war returned, food disappeared, and we began chasing crumbs of bread like they were treasures. Me? I can survive. But what about my child? My child who never knew the meaning of hunger—until Gaza taught him. We beg you… stand with us. We don’t ask for much. Just a clean meal, safe food, a bottle of milk, a piece of bread. Save the children who are still alive—yet starving. Your donations give us life. Your support gives us hope for another day.

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A heartbreaking choice between milk and diapers… Because of the unbearable prices of both, I was left with no option. I am desperately trying to provide the basics of life for my children, especially my newborn baby Ali, who was born in the midst of war. My baby has been deprived of his simplest rights… milk and diapers. Today, I had to make the painful decision to give up diapers for the sake of milk, because simply, milk is vital for his survival. But I found no other way except to put a plastic bag on him as a substitute for diapers—leaving him with painful rashes on his fragile skin. I am completely helpless in front of my little one’s suffering. The only thing that can help me overcome this crisis is your donations. Please, help with whatever you can to save this little angel… And leave a ❤️ in the comments so this post can reach more people. 🧷

A heartbreaking choice between milk and diapers… Because of the unbearable prices of both, I was left with no option. I am desperately trying to provide the basics of life for my children, especially my newborn baby Ali, who was born in the midst of war. My baby has been deprived of his simplest rights… milk and diapers. Today, I had to make the painful decision to give up diapers for the sake of milk, because simply, milk is vital for his survival. But I found no other way except to put a plastic bag on him as a substitute for diapers—leaving him with painful rashes on his fragile skin. I am completely helpless in front of my little one’s suffering. The only thing that can help me overcome this crisis is your donations. Please, help with whatever you can to save this little angel… And leave a ❤️ in the comments so this post can reach more people. 🧷

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“Daddy, I want a toy and new clothes for Eid…” My son Adam said this to me today, with his innocent little eyes full of hope— And he didn’t know that my heart shattered into a thousand pieces in that moment. I smiled at him and said, “Of course, my son”… But inside, I was torn apart. The choice is cruel— Between a toy and clothes to make him happy, Or food that we struggle every day to put on the table. Still, I chose to draw a smile on Adam’s face. Even if it cost me my own peace. Even if it was just a stolen moment of joy Amid hunger and fear. Today, Adam is happy… Happy with a small toy and new clothes for Eid. But that happiness is shadowed by an empty stomach—he hasn’t eaten since yesterday. And yet, he chants “Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” with joy, holding his toy tightly. I’m sorry, my son. I’m sorry you were born in Gaza. Sorry that I brought you into this cursed genocide. Sorry that your childhood is one of fear, not freedom. All I could give you is a tear I hide And a hope that someone, somewhere, still cares. Only your donations can bring joy to our children. Only your kindness can feed a hungry child like Adam And remind him that even in Gaza… Someone in this world still believes he deserves to smile. Please… help us.

“Daddy, I want a toy and new clothes for Eid…” My son Adam said this to me today, with his innocent little eyes full of hope— And he didn’t know that my heart shattered into a thousand pieces in that moment. I smiled at him and said, “Of course, my son”… But inside, I was torn apart. The choice is cruel— Between a toy and clothes to make him happy, Or food that we struggle every day to put on the table. Still, I chose to draw a smile on Adam’s face. Even if it cost me my own peace. Even if it was just a stolen moment of joy Amid hunger and fear. Today, Adam is happy… Happy with a small toy and new clothes for Eid. But that happiness is shadowed by an empty stomach—he hasn’t eaten since yesterday. And yet, he chants “Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!” with joy, holding his toy tightly. I’m sorry, my son. I’m sorry you were born in Gaza. Sorry that I brought you into this cursed genocide. Sorry that your childhood is one of fear, not freedom. All I could give you is a tear I hide And a hope that someone, somewhere, still cares. Only your donations can bring joy to our children. Only your kindness can feed a hungry child like Adam And remind him that even in Gaza… Someone in this world still believes he deserves to smile. Please… help us.

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“My Child’s Dream… A Loaf of Bread” Today… after three long days of hunger and emptiness, we finally got just one kilogram of flour. Yes — after going three whole days without a single bite of food, we were able to get this small amount thanks to your generous donations. That single kilogram of flour cost $70 today — an unthinkable price, but for us, it meant life. I baked eight small loaves from it. We shared them between us — my wife, my children, and me — with nothing to eat alongside. No oil, no thyme, not even salt. Just the bread. And it felt like a feast. But the moment I will never forget was when my child saw the bread for the first time in days. He ran to me at the door, screaming with joy, as if I had brought him a toy he’d dreamed of for months, as if that warm bread was a piece of happiness we had long lost. We love life. We want to live. We want to feed our children. We don’t want to die of hunger. And today, our biggest dream… is simply a bag of flour. That dream now costs $1,000 — yes, $1,000 for a single bag of flour. This is my child’s dream — not a toy, not clothes, just something to eat. Please… Keep donating. Keep reaching out with compassion and kindness. Every loaf of bread you help provide is a heartbeat for us. From the hearts of hungry mothers and children, we say: Thank you… and please, don’t forget us.

“My Child’s Dream… A Loaf of Bread” Today… after three long days of hunger and emptiness, we finally got just one kilogram of flour. Yes — after going three whole days without a single bite of food, we were able to get this small amount thanks to your generous donations. That single kilogram of flour cost $70 today — an unthinkable price, but for us, it meant life. I baked eight small loaves from it. We shared them between us — my wife, my children, and me — with nothing to eat alongside. No oil, no thyme, not even salt. Just the bread. And it felt like a feast. But the moment I will never forget was when my child saw the bread for the first time in days. He ran to me at the door, screaming with joy, as if I had brought him a toy he’d dreamed of for months, as if that warm bread was a piece of happiness we had long lost. We love life. We want to live. We want to feed our children. We don’t want to die of hunger. And today, our biggest dream… is simply a bag of flour. That dream now costs $1,000 — yes, $1,000 for a single bag of flour. This is my child’s dream — not a toy, not clothes, just something to eat. Please… Keep donating. Keep reaching out with compassion and kindness. Every loaf of bread you help provide is a heartbeat for us. From the hearts of hungry mothers and children, we say: Thank you… and please, don’t forget us.

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To My Little One, Ali…” My dear son, forgive me. Today, the milk is gone. There’s nothing left — not a drop. I stood there, helpless, watching your tiny body cry out in hunger, and I had nothing to give you. Your mother, tired and unwell, tried again and again to breastfeed you, but her body is too weak. Her milk has turned into something like water — thin, empty, without the nourishment you need. She hasn’t eaten properly in days. There’s simply no food to help her nourish herself — and no way for her to nourish you. I tried to calm you… I held you close, I sang to you, I prayed. But your hunger is louder than my voice. So I gave you an empty bottle. Yes… an empty bottle. Just so you could hold something, just so I could feel for a moment that I was doing something — even if it meant lying to you. I hoped it would help you sleep. It didn’t. Son, I didn’t lie because I don’t care. I lied because I care too much. Because I am broken. Because I am watching you slip away from me — not from illness, not from anything we could prevent — but from hunger. Today, a single can of formula costs over $100. A single pack of diapers? Over $300. To keep you alive, my baby, we need at least $400 every week. I’m calling out with everything I have left in me — Please… help me save my child

To My Little One, Ali…” My dear son, forgive me. Today, the milk is gone. There’s nothing left — not a drop. I stood there, helpless, watching your tiny body cry out in hunger, and I had nothing to give you. Your mother, tired and unwell, tried again and again to breastfeed you, but her body is too weak. Her milk has turned into something like water — thin, empty, without the nourishment you need. She hasn’t eaten properly in days. There’s simply no food to help her nourish herself — and no way for her to nourish you. I tried to calm you… I held you close, I sang to you, I prayed. But your hunger is louder than my voice. So I gave you an empty bottle. Yes… an empty bottle. Just so you could hold something, just so I could feel for a moment that I was doing something — even if it meant lying to you. I hoped it would help you sleep. It didn’t. Son, I didn’t lie because I don’t care. I lied because I care too much. Because I am broken. Because I am watching you slip away from me — not from illness, not from anything we could prevent — but from hunger. Today, a single can of formula costs over $100. A single pack of diapers? Over $300. To keep you alive, my baby, we need at least $400 every week. I’m calling out with everything I have left in me — Please… help me save my child

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Ben ona yiyecek ararken, yakınımızda gerçekleşen İsrail bombardımanında çocuğum Adam yüzünden yaralandı. Soykırım ve açlık nedeniyle durumu acilen tedavi gerektiriyor ve masrafları karşılayamıyoruz. Çadırda yaşıyoruz, 10'dan fazla kez yerlerimizden edildik, evimiz yıkıldı. Herkesten, en ufak bir yardımı bile olsa, bize yardım eli uzatmasını rica ediyorum. Lütfen bağışta bulunun ve yazıyı paylaşın.🙏🙏🇵🇸🇹🇷 Bağış bağlantısı ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Ben ona yiyecek ararken, yakınımızda gerçekleşen İsrail bombardımanında çocuğum Adam yüzünden yaralandı. Soykırım ve açlık nedeniyle durumu acilen tedavi gerektiriyor ve masrafları karşılayamıyoruz. Çadırda yaşıyoruz, 10'dan fazla kez yerlerimizden edildik, evimiz yıkıldı. Herkesten, en ufak bir yardımı bile olsa, bize yardım eli uzatmasını rica ediyorum. Lütfen bağışta bulunun ve yazıyı paylaşın.🙏🙏🇵🇸🇹🇷 Bağış bağlantısı ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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Dad, please… we want to live in this house. We’re so tired of the tents. Today, I found a partially destroyed house. It’s not perfect, but it’s so much better than the tent we’ve been living in. The owner is willing to rent it to us, but it needs repairs, and we need to pay the rent. I’m pleading from the depths of my heart—for my family, for my pregnant wife who is about to give birth. A newborn cannot survive in a torn tent under the burning sun or freezing cold. My son Adam looked at the house and broke down in tears. He said: “Daddy, please… let’s live in this house. We’re so tired of the tent.” His words shattered my heart. I stood there helpless, with nothing to offer but tears. We urgently need £600 within two days to repair this small house and pay the rent. Please, help us escape the misery of the tents. Help us give our children a life with dignity. Every donation, no matter how small, can help save a family. May God bless every hand that gives, and every heart that cares.

Dad, please… we want to live in this house. We’re so tired of the tents. Today, I found a partially destroyed house. It’s not perfect, but it’s so much better than the tent we’ve been living in. The owner is willing to rent it to us, but it needs repairs, and we need to pay the rent. I’m pleading from the depths of my heart—for my family, for my pregnant wife who is about to give birth. A newborn cannot survive in a torn tent under the burning sun or freezing cold. My son Adam looked at the house and broke down in tears. He said: “Daddy, please… let’s live in this house. We’re so tired of the tent.” His words shattered my heart. I stood there helpless, with nothing to offer but tears. We urgently need £600 within two days to repair this small house and pay the rent. Please, help us escape the misery of the tents. Help us give our children a life with dignity. Every donation, no matter how small, can help save a family. May God bless every hand that gives, and every heart that cares.

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Sevgili Türk kardeşlerim, bu acil çağrıyı size yazıyorum iki gün önce annem düştü kalça kırığı var biraz önce siyonistlerin bombaladığı hastanede yatıyor. Anneme ilaç ve yemek bulmam lazım. Hasta annem için yüreğim parçalanıyor. Fiyatlar çok yüksek ailemize az da olsa infak edin🇵🇸🇵🇸🇹🇷

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Sevgili Türk kardeşlerim, bu acil çağrıyı size yazıyorum iki gün önce annem düştü kalça kırığı var biraz önce siyonistlerin bombaladığı hastanede yatıyor. Anneme ilaç ve yemek bulmam lazım. Hasta annem için yüreğim parçalanıyor. Fiyatlar çok yüksek ailemize az da olsa infak edin🇵🇸🇵🇸🇹🇷

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