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<div><strong>Who am I? And who are we?</strong> 
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<div>Hello friends, Thank you for stopping here, for choosing to give us a moment of your time, and a piece of your heart. 
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<div><strong>I’m Jessica</strong>, and today I’m not just sharing words—I’m carrying a voice from the heart of Gaza, the voice of <strong>my dear friend Ashraf Fawzan Saleh</strong>, whom I first met online in the spring of 2024. Since that day, we have spoken almost every single day, and through every message, picture, and story, I have seen Gaza through Ashraf’s eyes… and felt his pain as if it were my own.
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<div> <strong>Even in 2024</strong>, life in Gaza was suffocatingly hard, but <strong>since March 2025, </strong>hardship has turned into near impossibility. Long days pass without food, and if there is any, it’s barely enough for one person—yet Ashraf stands in the middle of this storm, responsible for feeding seven other members of his family. They are eight lives in total, fighting both hunger and fear. 
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<div><strong> Your donations are not just money</strong>—they are the bread that breaks their hunger, the medicine that saves their sick, the drop of hope that keeps them alive. Even sharing this campaign is an act of saving lives. ⸻ 
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<div><strong> Ashraf’s Story </strong>
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<div>I am Ashraf, a Palestinian from Gaza. I live with my mother and father, my two sisters Randa and Rima, and my three brothers Hamada, Aboud (who has a hearing disability), and Joud. I graduated from law school, but my love for truth led me to journalism—to be an eye that shows reality as it is, and a voice that tells the stories the world refuses to hear. 
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<div><strong> Before the war</strong>, we lived a simple life despite the siege. My father ran a small workshop, but the war left nothing behind: the workshop was destroyed, our home was bombed, and we were displaced more than six times, fleeing death. 
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<div> A few weeks ago, after we were allowed to return from southern Gaza, I went back to my destroyed home, trying to hold on to what was left. But the bombing came back faster than our dreams, and we received military orders to evacuate immediately. I left once more, carrying my elderly mother in my arms, leaving behind shattered walls and torn memories. In my siblings’ eyes, I saw fear, hunger, and despair. Today, we live in a worn-out tent, with no roof to protect us from rain or sun, no enough food, and no medicine. ⸻ 
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<div>Why am I writing to you? 
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<div>Because we are eight people fighting for survival, day after day. Your help is not charity—it is a lifeline. It is a chance to escape the death surrounding us and to cross through the Rafah border into Egypt, where we could live in safety, away from bombing and deprivation. 
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<div> Your donation means you see us as souls, not statistics; as stories, not headlines; as small dreams worthy of growing. 
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<div> Time is running out In Gaza, every day of delay could mean losing someone I love. The bombing continues, hunger grows, and sickness spreads. We have lost everything… but not hope. You are our last hope. 
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<div> Donate, share, raise our voice… perhaps your action today will be the reason we wake up alive tomorrow. 
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<div>— Jessica &amp; Ashraf
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Help a Palestinian journalist from Gaza rebuild his life.

Hello
My name is Anas. I am 22 years old from Gaza City. My family and I were displaced after a request from the Zionist occupation. I and my family live in a tent. I had many ambitions and dreams that I was about to achieve. I was studying at the Faculty of Engineering at Al-Azhar University, and in the year 2024 it was supposed to be... My graduation ceremony from the College of Engineering, but unfortunately, I am from Gaza. My university was bombed, my house, my books, my dreams, my memories, my ambitions, and everything I aspired to reach was bombed and no longer exists. All I am left with is a tent in which I am forced to live, me and my family, which does not protect us from the cold or the bombing. It is in the open air. We sleep there and wait for death to come every moment and night. I wake up and find myself wet from the rain water, and I cannot feel my extremities from the extreme cold.
Because of this, we always suffer from illness
There is no food except a little canned food, and the food does not satisfy, does not satisfy hunger, and is unhealthy. My family and I suffer from malnutrition, and we are unable to stand on our feet or walk.
My mother began to suffer from heart disease and high blood pressure due to the intense pressure we are experiencing, and my father began to suffer from high blood pressure and constant fainting. Each of us suffers from something, and each of us suffers from extreme fear, constant anxiety, thirst, and suffering that I cannot describe with any words or lines because of it. A painful, bitter reality that we were forced into. Our reality in Gaza makes stones and trees cry, and everyone who has a conscience is still alive.
I hope that you will provide me with a helping hand in order for me and my family to be safe and to leave Gaza

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<div>Hello, dear friends, my name is Ramez, and I am 20 years old from Gaza City. I have always worked hard to live my family and feed them, and my father was sitting from work, my older sister in the university, studying nursing, you can't complete the last year of graduation and the guest
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<div>However, life was not pleasant to me and my family. We have experienced difficulties in life and economic difficulties. I felt a great responsibility towards my family, which consists of my mother, my father and five members 3 males and 2 females I had no choice but to give up my academic dream and enter the labour market to support my family.
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<div>I soon learned to trade home paint and some of the basics of electric work. I worked hard and hard, and despite the meagre wages I earned, they were barely enough to meet the basic needs of my family. I didn't complain about my work; I was proud of my ability to support my family under these difficult circumstances.
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<div>On October 7, a major disaster hit our city. It occupied the city, destroying houses and streets. No one has been able to work because of widespread destruction and chaos. Unemployment rates have risen, and I can no longer find work to support my family.
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<div>During this time, Israeli forces began to drop leaflets demanding that civilians evacuate their homes and move to other areas. We had no choice but to move to the shelters in Al-Zuweida. Soon after, we were transferred to shelters in Deir al-Balah.
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<div>The situation in the shelters was very difficult. We experienced internet outages, lack of water, food and fuel, and lived the worst days.
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<div>I didn't give up. I continued to seek and work for a better future for myself and my family. I knew the road ahead would not be easy, but I was ready to face all the challenges with a strong will and an unwavering belief that tomorrow would be better. Help me save part of my family from death.
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<div>Thank you all.
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<div>Best regards,
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<div>Ramez Awad Allah
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