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Peter Bond

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<li><strong>Before the War… When Life Was Still Life</strong>
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<div>We once lived a simple, peaceful life in Beit Lahia, northern Gaza.
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<div>Our home was small, but full of warmth. My daughter’s tiny footsteps echoed through the hallway. My father’s gentle voice filled our evenings with prayer. I dreamed of finishing my master’s degree, building a small family business, and raising my child with love and stability.
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<div>We didn’t count the days.
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<div>War came without warning.
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<div>At first, we believed it would pass quickly. But the sky did not stop screaming, and the ground trembled beneath us with every strike.
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<div>Before I could even call his name, my father was gone.
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<div>We fled our home carrying only what we could hold: a baby, some documents, and a silence too heavy to describe.
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<div>That was the month I learned what it means when the sky forgets how to be merciful.
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<div>We reached Rafah exhausted, believing we had found safety.
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<div>We were wrong.
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<div>One cold night, a missile struck the place we were sheltering in.
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<div>My daughter, Hoor, died in my arms.
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<div>She was asleep… still holding her toy.
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<div>Alongside her, two little girls from our family — Sham and Mira — were gone in an instant.
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<div>After that night, motherhood became fear.
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<div>I was afraid to love… afraid the sky would take whoever I held next.
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<div>Displacement did not happen once.
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<div>It happened again… and again… and again.
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<div>Each tent was smaller than the one before.
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<div>Each night colder.
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<div>Each morning heavier.
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<div>Rain leaked through the roof.
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<div>Wind crept beneath our blankets.
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<div>The ground swallowed our sleep.
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<div>We stopped speaking in full sentences.
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<div>Only glances… only sighs.
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<div><strong>Mid-War… When Survival Replaced Living  </strong>
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<div>We were forced to move again — this time to Deir al-Balah.
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<div>There was no water.
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<div>No medicine.
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<div>No real food.
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<div>The days blurred into each other like an open wound.
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<div>We forgot how to laugh.
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<div>Even saying our names felt too heavy.
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<div>A ceasefire was announced — fragile and uncertain.
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<div>We walked back to Beit Lahia, holding onto hope with every step.
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<div>But our home was gone.
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<div>No walls.
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<div>No memories intact.
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<div>Only ashes and silence.
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<div>We placed a tent over the ruins, as if to say:
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<div>“We are still here… even if nothing else is.”
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<li><strong>After More Than 930 Days… The War Changed Shape </strong>
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<div>More than 930 days have passed.
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<div>The war did not end.
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<div>It only became quieter… and harsher.
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<div>We were displaced not once, not twice — but countless times.
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<div>Each time we carried less.
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<div>Each time we lost more.
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<div>We stopped asking “Where are we going?”
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<div>Because every place became temporary.
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<div>Every place became unsafe.
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<div>The bombs did not disappear.
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<div>But something else began to destroy us more slowly:
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<div>Hunger.
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<div>Food became nearly impossible to find.
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<div>Prices rose beyond anything we could imagine.
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<div>A single bag of flour became a luxury.
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<div>We rationed everything.
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<div>We skipped meals.
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<div>We watched our bodies grow weaker… in silence.
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<div>Because even speaking about hunger hurts.
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<div>This war did not only destroy buildings.
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<div>It exhausted us completely.
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<div>Our strength faded.
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<div>Our patience wore thin.
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<div>Even hope became heavy.
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<div>We are not just tired —
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<div>Today, we live on agricultural land.
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<div>Not in a home.
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<div>Not even in a proper shelter.
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<div>There is no infrastructure.
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<div>No clean water.
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<div>No sanitation.
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<div>No safety.
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<div>We built a fragile tent with our own hands.
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<div>It does not protect us from heat, cold, or fear.
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<div>At night, rats move around us —
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<div>This is not life.
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<div>It is survival.
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<div>In the middle of all this, my daughter Wod was born.
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<div>There were no celebrations.
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<div>No safety.
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<div>No comfort.
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<div>She has no proper crib.
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<div>No reliable milk.
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<div>No stable environment.
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<div>Wod is alive…
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<div>But she has not yet truly lived.
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<div>We are trying to raise $50,000 to secure the most basic needs for survival and to rebuild a minimum level of stability.
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<div>This amount will help us:
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<div>Build a safe and durable shelter to replace the fragile tent
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<div>Provide clean water and sanitation
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<div>Secure food for the coming months as prices continue to rise
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<div>Cover medical care and essential supplies
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<div>Support basic needs for our children, especially baby Wod
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<div>This is not about comfort.
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<div>It is about survival with dignity.
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<div>After more than 930 days:
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<div>We are still here.
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<div>But we are no longer the same.
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<div>We are weaker.
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<div>Hungrier.
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<div>More fragile than ever before.
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<div>Our laughter is gone.
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<div>Our dreams are buried beneath rubble and worn-out tents.
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<div>We are not asking for miracles.
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<div><strong>Safety.</strong>
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<div><strong>Water</strong>.
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<div><strong>Food.</strong>
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<div><strong>Medical care.</strong>
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<div><strong>A future for our children.</strong>
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<div><strong>A door that closes…</strong>
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<div><strong>Not a torn tent in an empty field.</strong>
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<div>Your donation will not stop the war.
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<div><strong>A chance to live.</strong>
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<div><strong>A chance to protect our children.</strong>
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<div><strong>A chance to rebuild even the smallest part of our lives.</strong>
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<div><strong>Help us survive.</strong>
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<div>Because after everything we have endured…
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<div>we are still here.
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<div>And we are still holding on
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A House Of Rubble... And An Unbearable Loss

<div><strong>Do you know what it’s like to watch your family starve? I do.</strong>
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<div>My name is Hani Almadhoun, and my family and friends live in the North of Gaza, Palestine. Most aid is being blocked at the border, and there isn’t nearly enough to fight back the famine or save my loved ones. So we decided to do something about it.
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<div>My brother, Mahmoud Almadhoun, and his friends volunteered to start a soup kitchen in Bait Lahia, to provide hot meals to friends and neighbors. They bought four large pots, purchased wood for the fire, and risked their lives to dig up potatoes. They also purchased tomato paste and cooking oil, and three hours later, 120 families had food for the day. The next day 150 starved families ate from the kitchen.
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<div>Word spread rapidly, and the next day, even more neighbors arrived. Mahmoud sprang into action, venturing out to procure ingredients for a fresh meal. He returned with leafy greens, onions, and mushrooms, crafting a new dish that was as delightful as it was nourishing. The kitchen's capacity has now expanded to accommodate meals for up to 3000 people daily, and the numbers continue to grow. For many, this was their first substantial meal in days, and the departure from canned food was a welcomed change that filled hearts with gratitude.
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<li>Additionally, they are located in the heart of the market, so they can easily spot any of these veggies and cooking essentials arriving at the market.
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<li>They have also visited farms close to the Green Line to find veggies and have been lucky a few times. Once, they purchased overgrown zucchinis that should have been picked weeks ago.
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<li>Mom and my sisters lovingly wake up early to peel and prep the food for the day's meals.
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<div><strong>Your assistance can help us bring sustenance to an area with minimal aid, where children face the harsh reality of starvation.</strong> This personal initiative, coordinated with our family in North Gaza, ensures transparency. Your contribution, starting at five dollars, can provide a hot meal to desperate families enduring challenging conditions, intentionally isolated from the rest of the world.
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<div>Your $5, $10, $50 will go a long way with this initiative. We also need you to pray for their safety as they do this heroic work.
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<div>The funds from GoFundMe will be transferred to this crew in Gaza to make sure they still do this work.
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Hot meals 4 Starved Palestinian Kids in north Gaza

Gaza Soup Kitchen

<div>Hello, I am Mohammed Jaber, one of the people living under the difficult conditions of war in the Gaza Strip. Before the war, I worked in graphic design and had my own small office, which was a dream I worked very hard to achieve. Unfortunately, my office was destroyed during the war and turned into rubble.
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<div>My family and I are currently facing extremely difficult circumstances after losing our home and being displaced multiple times. Like many families here, we are trying to rebuild our lives and find stability again despite these hardships.
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<div>We are a simple family that hopes to move forward and rebuild our lives after everything we have been through.
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<div>Despite all these challenges, I still hold on to hope. I dream of returning to my work in graphic design so that I can support my family again and continue moving forward.
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<div>Your support can truly make a difference during this very difficult time. Any help, even just sharing our story with others, means a lot to us.
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<div>With gratitude,
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Help a Family Recover from War in Gaza

<div>I don’t know how to start this…
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<div>I am from Gaza.
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<div>I am writing this while sitting inside a torn tent that barely protects us from the cold nights and the burning sun.
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<div>We lost everything.
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<div>Our home is gone. Our safety is gone. Even the simplest things… are now a daily struggle.
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<div>I am responsible for a family of 8 people.
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<div>Eight souls depending on me… and I can barely provide anything.
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<div>Every day feels heavier than the one before.
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<div>Food is not guaranteed.
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<div>Clean water is not guaranteed.
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<div>And the hardest part… is my little daughter.
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<div>My baby girl, Sarah.
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<div>She cries from hunger, and I have nothing to give her.
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<div>No milk. No diapers. Nothing to ease her suffering.
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<div>As a father, this breaks me.
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<div>I never imagined I would reach a point where I have to beg…
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<div>But here I am.
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<div>I am asking for your help so I can provide the basics:
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<div>Food. Clean water. Milk for my daughter Sarah. Diapers to keep her safe and clean.
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<div>Anything you can give… no matter how small… can make a real difference for us.
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<div>If you cannot donate, please share my story.
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<div>Maybe it will reach someone who can help.
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<div>Please don’t ignore us.
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<div>We are trying to survive.
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<div><strong>Hello generous friends, it's Sarah once again reaching out to thank you for your continued support of Allam and his family.</strong>
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<div><strong>This is not Allam's first fundraiser, nor will it be his last. The needs of him and his family run deep and long, as the occupation continues.</strong>
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<div><strong>Each dollar raised is passed on to Allam and his family from my bank account to his bank account in Palestine.</strong>
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<div><strong>Please remember costs are brutal, food is scarce, and fees to receive money in dollars are astronomical. </strong>
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We Are Begging for Survival… No Food, No Water, No Hope Left

<div><strong>Do you know what it means to carry bread as if it were life itself?</strong>
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<div><strong>My name is Anees from Gaza.</strong>
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<div><strong>I entered the war at 18 years old. Today I am 20, but the war left me no time to live my youth.</strong>
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<div><strong>I lost my older brother in an airstrike.</strong>
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<div><strong>My other brother was imprisoned for more than 550 days, and when he was released, it only added another burden to a family that I now support alone.</strong>
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<div><strong>In a single moment, my childhood ended, and I became the sole provider for my family.</strong>
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<div><strong>Our home and our small source of income were completely destroyed.</strong>
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<div><strong>We have been displaced more than twenty times.</strong>
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<div><strong>Today, we live in a tent that did not even exist before—one we obtained through your donations—</strong>
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<div><strong>without safety, without privacy, and without any sense of stability.</strong>
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<div><strong>One day—and this is just one story among many—</strong>
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<div><strong>I walked 13 kilometers under Gaza’s scorching sun just to obtain a bag of flour.</strong>
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<div><strong>I was beaten and threatened, yet I held onto it.</strong>
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<div><strong>Because in Gaza, bread is not just food… it is dignity.</strong>
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<div><strong>I am not asking for luxury.</strong>
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<div><strong>I am not asking for the impossible.</strong>
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<div><strong>I am only asking for what allows us to stay alive with dignity</strong>
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Gaza Emergency Fund to Help Anees Family Survive

<div>I am Alaa from Gaza, a mother of four children: Anas, Shahd, Roaa, and Abby.
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<div>Our home has been destroyed, and we no longer have any source of income. Sometimes my children go to sleep without food.
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<div>By God, the hardest pain in this world is to see your children hungry and not be able to feed them,
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<div>to hear them say “We are hungry” and have nothing to say, with tears in your eyes.
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<div>I am not asking for the impossible… I am only asking for food for my children.
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<div>Any help, even if it is small, could save my children from hunger and help us survive.
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<div>Please, help us or share my message. Maybe it will reach someone who can help my children.
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<div>Do not leave me alone in this pain… My children are a responsibility on my shoulders, and I am unable to provide their most basic rights.
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<div>May God reward you and place it in your good deeds.
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Support Alaa’s Family in Gaza

<div>I am Rewaa Khairy from Gaza.

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<div>Before the war, my life was full of hope and ambition. I was a medical student, studying passionately to achieve my dream of becoming a doctor and easing people’s pain. We lived a simple and peaceful life. My father ran a small restaurant that provided for our family, and our home was filled with love and stability.

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<div>Then the war came… and in a single moment, everything changed.

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<div>My father and my brother were killed before my eyes when our home was bombed and destroyed over our heads. We lost not only our house, but also our memories, our savings, and our only source of income. Today, we live in a fragile tent that cannot protect us from the heat or the cold. There are days when we have no food and no clean water.

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<div>My mother, who was the pillar and strength of our family, developed a serious heart condition. Her health is getting worse day after day, and she urgently needs proper medical care that we simply cannot access. My brother Mohammad, who suffers from cerebral palsy, requires constant, specialized care. He cannot depend on himself and needs medication, physical therapy, and diapers that we struggle to provide. Because we are forced to use contaminated water due to the lack of clean water, my brother has also developed a kidney disease, which has added even more pain and suffering to his life. He now needs additional treatment that we cannot afford.

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<div>My younger sisters, Heba and Ne’ma, are still just children. My baby sister Fatima has known nothing but fear and the sound of explosions since she was born. Every day, I look at them and feel the heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I am now the only provider and caregiver for my family, trying to be their source of safety after they lost everything.

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<div>I was also injured during the war and still suffer from the effects of my injury without proper treatment. The pain is constant, but my fear for my mother and siblings is far greater than my own suffering.

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<div>We did not just lose our home — we lost all our savings and everything we owned. My dream of completing my medical studies feels so far away now. My only focus is saving my mother’s life, caring for my sick brother, and providing the most basic necessities for my little sisters.

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<div>We are not asking for luxury — only a chance for treatment, clean water, food to survive, and hope to keep going.

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<div>My story is not just numbers or headlines. It is the life of a family fighting every single day to stay alive.

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<div>Any support, any help, can truly make a difference in saving our lives and giving us a small light of hope in this overwhelming darkness.

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Help my family survive in Gaza after the war destroyed every

Esmael Ahewat

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Esmael Ahewat

Esmael Ahewat

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