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<div><strong>from the heart of gaza we appeal to your hearts help us survive</strong>
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<div><strong>‏my name is ibrahim from a city that turned into ashes</strong>
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<div><strong>‏i write to you from between cracked walls from a house that is no longer a home only stones remain after the bombing they protect from no cold and offer no safety</strong>
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<div><strong>‏our home is badly damaged not completely destroyed but no longer livable</strong>
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<div><strong>‏we carry my siblings from place to place trying to hide the fear in their eyes but the truth is too harsh to hide</strong>
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<div><strong>‏we have been displaced countless times searching for a corner of safety but war always gets there first stealing everything even our dignity</strong>
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<div><strong>‏today we live without shelter without food without water without anything that keeps a human human</strong>
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<div><strong>‏mohammad five years old and mustafa four go to sleep hungry and wake to the same pain</strong>
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<div><strong>‏reemas fourteen and lana nine stopped dreaming school is no longer a wish but a sweet memory war has stolen</strong>
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<div><strong>‏my mother fights with all she has to stay strong for us and my father</strong>
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<div><strong>‏my father who was once our mountain is now helpless hurting in silence</strong>
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<div><strong>‏he needs urgent surgery for his eyes but he cannot get it even the cost of anesthesia alone in gaza today is crushing let alone a full surgery with hospitals destroyed</strong>
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<div><strong>‏my father flinches at every word we say to him rest dad he replies with tearful eyes and a broken heart</strong>
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<div><strong>‏what hurts me most is how he feels defeated when he can no longer protect us and i have nothing to save him with</strong>
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<div><strong>‏and i the eldest son live every moment powerless wishing to feed my siblings to warm them to heal my fathers heart and make my mother smile again</strong>
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<div><strong>‏but we are sinking slowly in a silent death</strong>
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<div><strong>‏we ask for little only what keeps us alive</strong>
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<div><strong>‏some food clean water blankets clothes to protect my siblings from the cold</strong>
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<div><strong>‏simple things but in gaza today distant dreams</strong>
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<div><strong>‏please do not close your hearts</strong>
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<div><strong>‏if we survived the bombs do not let us die of hunger</strong>
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<div><strong>‏every donation from you is life every share of this plea may awaken mercy in someones heart</strong>
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<div><strong>‏help us endure</strong>
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<div><strong>‏help us stay alive❤️‍</strong>
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<div>It is with a very heavy heart that we establish this fund for Amanda Coday and her precious girls following the tragic passing of Adam Coday on February 11, 2025.
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<div>Please help us support Amanda as she navigates this devastating loss while caring for her family.
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<div>Thank you in advance for any and all donations.
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<div>To all our Readers, may peace be upon you.
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<div>I am <em>Ileana Rita Cosentino</em>, artist based in London. On behalf of my best friends <em>Mohammed Al Hamarna</em> and <em>Afnan Ghaben</em>, I have created this fundraising.
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<div>Here below, Mohammad, Afnan and little Nasser have a message for you all x
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<div><strong>"My name is little Nasser, and I am from Gaza. I do not have a home; instead, I live in a tent with my mother and father.</strong>
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<div><strong>I have lived and grown up amidst a genocide for the past three years.</strong>
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<div><strong>You might recognize me from the photos my father used to post here when I was younger. Well, time has passed, and I’ve grown up now!</strong>
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<div><strong>On the 25th of this month, I will turn 4 years old!</strong>
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<div><strong>Sadly, like so many children in Gaza, I recently developed a skin condition that doctors are trying to treat. The cost of treatment is high, and my parents need your support now more than ever!</strong>
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<div><strong>As I grow older, I also want to learn, just like any other child in the world.</strong>
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<div><strong>Please help me get an education and treatment for this unbearable skin condition; the occupation has deprived us of going to school and living in peace."</strong>
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<div><strong>Yours truly, little Nasser.</strong>
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<div><strong>"We need your support; here in Gaza, your support and love are all we have left to help us rebuild our lives.</strong>
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<div><strong>All we need is a modest amount to cover basic necessities: our child’s medication, food, and school supplies. We originally launched this campaign to rebuild our home and shop and to secure specialised psychological support and treatment, but the road ahead remains long; right now, our main priority is simply meeting our little one's basic needs!</strong>
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<div><strong>We need you all to stay strong and keep supporting our little Nasser, just as we must remain strong for one another. We love life, and nothing will stop us from loving it even more."</strong>
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<div><strong>With sincere appreciation, Mohammed</strong>
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<div><strong> Yours, Mohammed</strong>
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<div>Three years ago, Mohammed and Afnan's paths crossed. They fell in love and married in the beautiful Gaza. Their love bloomed with an angelic flower, Nasser, the most beautiful and sweet baby on earth.
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<div>Their life was simply beautiful and comfortable. A lovely modern house with all the essentials, a stunning gift shop in Jabalia brimming with roses flowers ribbons and perfumes, and many dreams for the future. The dream to continue their studies, to travel, to raise their child in a peaceful environment and world. <em>The simplest and purest life dreamed by the simplest and purest souls</em>.
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<div>But all of a sudden Mohammed and Afnan, their little Nasser, everyone in Gaza, lost everything. Life became hell. Uncertainty and fear a roof on their head. Losses, terror, death, screams, blood the worst companions on a daily basis. Traumas and humiliations, two conditions they are forcibly subjected every day for nine months now.
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<div>Their house has been bombed. Their beautiful shop, bombed. Their stability, bombed. Their beloved ones, martyred.
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<div>What is left is <em>hope</em> and <em>faith. </em>And<em> love. </em>
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<div>And<em> your support.</em>
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<div>For eight times they have been forced to evacuate and find shelters in UNRWA centres and tents. They are now living in the desert, under a nylon and plastic tent. No drinking water close to them nor fresh food. No privacy nor fresh air. The temperatures are extreme and to breathe is impossible. No cooling, no shadow. Just the sun above and the sand underneath. The drones and war planes all around.
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<div>The Rafah crossing border to Egypt has been destroyed and no truck with humanitarian aid enter Gaza. The prizes of the few food left are unimaginable.
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<div>There is no gas available, only expensive wood you have to burn under the sun. The heat is unbearable. The smoke pervades every parts of your lungs and body. <em>Afnan has been suffering from asthma and short breathing for nine months already. </em>
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<div>But despite everything they keep smiling and loving. They keep hoping and believing this will end soon and life will be beautiful and peaceful again.
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<div>After all, how can't you keep loving life when your son looks at you this way? How could a mother and a father give up on their little angel when his heart beats for life?
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<div><strong>'Imagine we are sitting together in a coffee shop and we are having a coffee together. This is what we kindly ask you. The amount of a coffee. </strong>
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<div><strong>Your generosity and support means the world to us. </strong>
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<div><strong>Our gratitude fills our heart.'</strong>
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<div>Remember us, remember our little angel Nasser.
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<div>We kindly ask you for your support and generosity.
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<div><em>Yours</em>
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<div><em>Mohammed, Afnan, Ileana...and Nasser. </em>
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<div>My beautiful baby, you are the only one who gives me hope and joy. You are a symbol of hope and joy in our lives, especially in light of the suffering we face. This month holds many important developments; as you begin to acquire new skills such as sitting with the help of our loved ones, interacting with those around you, and developing your motor skills. Your smile embodies innocence and happiness, reflecting the beauty of the soul you possess. Despite the challenges, seeing your daily developments brings me happiness. You can always remember that every moment I spend with you is a gift. I want to spend my most beautiful moments with you, my child, full of love and tenderness. In every laugh, and every look, there is a strength that makes me overcome difficulties. My sweet child, you are my inspiration, and your presence in your life is evidence of strength and resilience. I wish you years and days full of joy, safety and stability. My beauty and my little one, I love you very much ️
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<div>My dear baby Yazan , Despite everything that is happening around us, we will face it all together, You are a star in a dark sky, Your light illuminates the way for us all. Every day we go through is a step towards peace. Together, we will build a better future, I love you more than anything. I will always be here to protect and support you, The more challenges, the stronger I get, You are a hero in my eyes, My baby, you are the light of my life, You fill my days with joy and laughter, Every moment with you, my baby, is a gift from heaven, It fixes the hard days I see new dreams in your eyes, My baby, you are a flower in the garden of my life, Blossoming with the colors of love and hope Your smile fills my heart with happiness
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<div>My name is Bahaa, a father and a husband, I am 30 years old, I worked all these years to build my small house for me and my family
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<div>I am writing to you my sad and tragic story from beloved Gaza, one of thousands of stories. I am Bahaa Ahmed Ayesh, a young man who grew up building dreams in a house with my family, I achieved part of my dreams, as I married my life partner in this world and the hereafter, and I became a father to a child in the war and the conditions were very harsh
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<div>On October 7, our lives changed and turned upside down 100 degrees, we left the house due to the intensity of the bombing and fear without taking anything with us in the hope of returning to the warmth of our home the next day. We are suffering from hunger, fatigue, pain, loss and demolition, we could not bear more than that, and we have nothing.. During this difficult journey that we lived, we suffered from displacement, bombing, destruction and a severe shortage of supplies, food and water. We suffered a lot, we were bringing water on foot from long distances, but it was not enough. We are tired. Every day that passes, a new story of pain is written, in which the features of sadness and separation are drawn. Hope becomes a thin thread, woven by patience and faith in a better future. But despite all this, souls continue to pulsate with life, striving for peace, and searching for a moment of joy in the midst of darkness.
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<div>We live these difficult days with their worst details in the remains of crowded houses, burnt tents, worn clothes, spoiled food, and polluted water, after we used to live in our homes, the warm, reassuring palaces of our family. We had a life, dreams, pictures, and many memories, but it is enough for us that we have a just Lord who writes the reward of the thorn if it strikes us, so how about the tragedies, oppression, betrayal, fear, and displacement that we are going through!! I hope that Gaza, my family, and the friends I left behind are well, and that this war ends....
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<div>Please share this campaign widely to help us achieve our goal and bring my family to safety. Your support means more than you can imagine and I am so grateful for any help you can give during this difficult time. Please do not read this as a story of tragedy, I am here to ask you to prevent further tragedy and help us start our lives over. I am here to ask for your help, not your sympathy, to ask you to take action whether it is a donation or to share this with everyone you know who can help. Please read this with your heart and take action as if it were your family, your mother and your siblings. Your donation, no matter how small, will make an impact. You will help get my family to safety. The money will be used transparently and every dollar will go towards securing our evacuation. Please donate and help me and my family and my little boy who came into this world in a difficult situation and a great injustice to a little boy in Gaza and share my story with those who can. We are in desperate need of your donations and help
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<div>New doors of suffering are opening and we hope to overcome this pain.
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<div>Please help my family, my wife and my little girl..
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<div>The proof of good is like the one who does it..
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<div>I am writing to you now, and more than 287 days have passed since the heinous, bloody war in the Gaza Strip. My family and I have suffered devastation, loss, suffering, and the constant and dangerous threat to their lives due to the indiscriminate bombing targeting civilians. Our house was bombed, and it is with great sadness and pain that the rest of my family must persevere to preserve their lives and overcome the difficulty of meeting daily needs for water and food amid the miserable conditions they face. In search of a last refuge inside the Gaza Strip, which is under constant bombardment, but the current miserable conditions prevent us from achieving safety, stability, and the right to live in peace.
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<div>We were a very beautiful couple. Our beautiful life had begun and we thought about having a child to fill our lives with joy and happiness and a child bearing my name. I traveled abroad to have a laser operation on my eyes and I was happy to have an operation after a long time. It succeeded, thank God, and I am in the best health and well-being now. I received the news of my wife that she is pregnant. My beautiful child, and it was the most beautiful news I had ever received in my life. I hoped to meet my child in the best condition, but he came into the world in a very, very difficult situation. I returned to lovely Gaza and my beautiful country a week before the war, and I was happy. Then the joy turned into tragedy. Our lives were destroyed, and we witnessed five wars. But we have never witnessed anything of such cruelty. We could not close our eyes for a long time due to intense fear and crying. We fled and escaped death, but unfortunately the genocidal war continues until now
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