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My Family Is Starving in Gaza – Help Us Survive
My name is Dima, and I live in France. My family is still in Gaza — trapped under constant bombings, without passports, without aid, and now… without food. My father, my mother, my brothers and sisters go entire days without eating. Food prices have skyrocketed a hundred times over. The children are crying from hunger. Store shelves are empty. Humanitarian organizations can no longer deliver. All that remains is fear… and hunger. Every day, I receive desperate messages from my father saying they have nothing to eat. Bread has become a luxury. Milk is nowhere to be found. My little brothers don’t understand why they have to fall asleep with empty stomachs. Today, I’m making a heartfelt plea: Help me send money to my family so they can buy whatever little food is still available, just to survive one more day.
My name is Dima, and I live in France. My family is still in Gaza — trapped under constant bombings, without passports, without aid, and now… without food. My father, my mother, my brothers and sisters go entire days without eating. Food prices have skyrocketed a hundred times over. The children are crying from hunger. Store shelves are empty. Humanitarian organizations can no longer deliver. All that remains is fear… and hunger. Every day, I receive desperate messages from my father saying they have nothing to eat. Bread has become a luxury. Milk is nowhere to be found. My little brothers don’t understand why they have to fall asleep with empty stomachs. Today, I’m making a heartfelt plea: Help me send money to my family so they can buy whatever little food is still available, just to survive one more day.
Even €1 — or simply sharing this page — can make a real difference.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dima Nasser
Ma famille meurt de faim à Gaza – Aidez-nous à survivre
Je m’appelle Dima et je vis en France.
Ma famille, elle, est toujours à Gaza. Elle survit tant bien que mal sous les bombardements, sans passeports, sans aide humanitaire, et désormais… sans nourriture.
Mon père, ma mère, mes frères et sœurs passent des journées entières sans rien manger. Les prix des denrées ont été multipliés par cent. Les enfants pleurent de faim. Les rayons des magasins sont vides. Les ONG ne peuvent plus intervenir. Il ne reste plus que la peur… et la faim.
Chaque jour, mon père m’envoie des messages désespérés : ils n’ont rien à manger. Le pain est devenu un luxe, le lait est introuvable. Mes petits frères ne comprennent pas pourquoi ils doivent aller se coucher le ventre vide.
Aujourd’hui, je lance un appel de détresse :
Aidez-moi à envoyer un peu d’argent à ma famille, pour qu’ils puissent acheter ce qu’il reste encore, et tenir un jour de plus.
Même 1 euro, ou un simple partage de cette page, peut réellement faire la différence.
Merci du fond du cœur.
Dima Nasser
Organizer and beneficiary
Oday Alnawasra
Beneficiary