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My dear friends and supporters, I come to you with a heavy heart, and with an urgent plea. My son Ali's health has seriously deteriorated. He has developed an enlarged gland which, on top of his asthma, is now causing severe shortness of breath and threatening his life. The doctor at Jaffa Hospital has told me Ali needs urgent surgery. It is scheduled for this Tuesday and cannot be delayed. The cost is £550 (about $700), which is far beyond what I can manage alone. This operation will save my son's life. With only days left, I am asking for your help to reach this amount in time. No donation is too small. Even a few pounds brings us closer, and simply sharing this post helps more than you know. You can donate here: https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-ahmed-and-his-children-survive-in-gaza From the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything you have done for my family. Your kindness is what keeps us going. Your friend, Ahmed Salman

Hi, My name is Lenzi from London, and I am fundraising on behalf of Ibrahim from Gaza. Funds will be use to help Ibrahim to provide for his daily need and for his family. This is his message: My name is Ibrahim. I am 25 years old, from Gaza. People say I am young, but my body and my heart feel much older. It feels as though I have lived a lifetime inside the past year alone. Before all of this, my family lived in the north. Since October 7, we have been moving from place to place, chasing safety that never seems to exist. We were forced out of Nuseirat, then Khan Younis, and now Deir al-Balah. Today, our home is a tent on the beach, sand beneath us, plastic above us. No walls to protect us from the cold nights or the burning sun. In front of us is the sea. We look at it every day, hoping that one day it will carry this pain away. Life here is a daily struggle between hunger and fear. Since the ceasefire collapsed, the attacks have not stopped, and neither has the famine. Food is scarce. Clean water is uncertain. Every day is about survival. For me, survival is even more fragile. I was born with chronic health conditions that have followed me my entire life. I have undergone multiple complex surgeries, and my body depends on five essential medications every single day. Without them, my health can collapse quickly. Right now, by God’s mercy, I am trying to be stable but that stability hangs by a thread. In Gaza, medicine has become almost impossible to find. When it does appear, its price is beyond anything a normal person can afford. Each day I face the same impossible choice: do I search for food for my family, or do I search for the medicine that keeps me alive? I never imagined I would have to choose between eating and breathing, between my family’s hunger and my own survival. I am not asking for comfort or luxury. I am asking for something much simpler: the chance to stay alive. Your support can help me access my medication and help my family endure these days until this nightmare ends. Even the smallest donation makes a real difference. It is not charity to us, it is a lifeline. If you cannot donate, please share our story. Let it reach someone who still believes that human life matters, no matter where it exists. Thank you for reading. Thank you for seeing us.

My name is Lenzi, from London and I’m fundraising on behalf of Noor from Gaza. Fund will be use to help her and her family meet every day necessities. This is here story : I am Noor, a young woman from Gaza. My story began with displacement when we were forced to flee our home under intense bombardment, only to later see it completely destroyed, along with the sense of safety we once knew. From that moment on, life became a cycle of fear, constant movement, and instability, where survival was our only priority. Amid this displacement, I prepared for my Tawjihi exams under conditions that were far removed from any normal learning environment. Electricity cuts were constant, internet access was unreliable or nonexistent, fear was ever-present, and famine made concentration painfully difficult. At times, I studied while hungry; at times, by dim or fading light; and at times, without knowing whether tomorrow would even come. Yet despite everything, I held firmly onto my dream. Education became my form of resistance, the one thing the war could not take away from me. By the grace of God, and through determination that refused to surrender, I achieved an average of 97.4 in the scientific stream. This achievement was not only mine, but my family’s as well a testament to perseverance in the face of destruction, and to hope that survived when everything else was stripped away. With your support and by God’s will, your donation can help transform loss into a future built on knowledge, dignity, and hope. Noor.

Hi, my name is Lenzi, from London. I have created this fundraiser to help Amal and her family to get support . The donations will be used by Amal to buy food, baby supplies, basics necessities This is her message. My name is Amal Faris Al-Aydi. I was married during the war, no wedding, no music, no moment to celebrate. I walked into my home while the sky was shaking with airstrikes, and everything I owned was destroyed… every device, every memory, every piece of my life turned to ash. My husband, Ramadan Abu Zaher, was wounded in the war, and I found myself fighting alone to keep my family alive through hunger, fear, and cold. My daughter, Shadia Abu Zaher, was born into nothing. No clothes. No milk. Malnourished from the day she entered this world. Every day, I try to keep her warm and safe with the little I have. Now winter has come, and the cold enters our home like a knife. I cannot protect my baby on my own. Please… I urgently need winter clothes, diapers, and milk for my daughter. Any help, even the smallest amount, can truly save a life. Thank you

Hi, my name is Lenzi, from in London. I am fundraising on behalf of Fatima from Gaza. Every donation collected here will go directly to Her annd her two children Mira and Kenan, relief the struggle and the conditions they are facing. Your support will help them access food, clean water, shelter, and the basic essentials they need to make it through each day. This is Her story: My name is Fatima. I am a mother from Gaza, and this is the first time in my life that I ask strangers for help. I don’t do this easily. I’m doing it because I have two children, Kenan and Mira, who depend on me, and I no longer have anything left to protect them with. Before the war, our life was simple, but it made sense. I was studying medical laboratory science. Kenan woke up every morning asking if he’d have his favourite snack after school. Mira slept with her dolls lined up beside her. I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, I could build a future for them. Then, in one day, everything shifted. On October 7th, we left our home without a plan, without bags, without time to think. I remember locking the door out of habit, even though the door wouldn’t matter anymore. We walked away with nothing but the clothes on our backs and two terrified children holding my hands so tightly their fingers shook. We didn’t find safety. We found movement. Moving from one place to another, always arriving too late or staying too short. Tents were not a choice, they were the last place left. A tent is not a home. In the heat, the air inside feels like it has stopped moving. The smell of dust, sweat, and stored fear stays trapped under the fabric. At night, insects crawl under the blankets. Water arrives late or not at all. Soap is a luxury. Privacy does not exist. Winter is worse. Rain soaks everything we own. The cold comes up from the ground and down from the air, and there is nothing between my children and the wind but a sheet of nylon. Kenan and Mira have lived through things they will remember long after childhood ends. They learned what hunger feels like, not the hunger of skipping a meal, but the hunger that makes you dizzy and slow, the kind that makes a mother choose who eats first. They used to fight over toys. Now they fight sleep because the night scares them. People often ask, “What do you need most?” The honest answer is: something stable. A roof that doesn’t leak. A door that closes. A place where my children can exhale without flinching. Enough food so their bodies stop shrinking. Enough calm so their minds can rest. I am not looking for comfort. I am looking for a starting point, a way to pull my family out of this place between survival and collapse. If you choose to help us, you are giving me the ability to stand again as a mother, instead of a woman constantly trying to stop her world from falling apart. You are giving my children the softness they haven’t felt in a long time. Thank you for reading. Thank you for seeing us. And thank you for anything you decide to give, even if it is only a moment of your attention.

My name is Lenzi, from London. Fundraising for two students in Gaza, Hala and Muhannad. Two excellent siblings who scored 92.1% and 97% in Tawjihi. Yet they may lose their chance to enter university. They need your help to fund this opportunity and save their future. This is their story. Our home was destroyed. We studied under bombing, in shelters, with a single candle as our only source of light. We fought for our education with everything we had, and we succeeded. But today, after surviving war and achieving distinction, one barrier still stands in our way: we cannot afford the tuition that will allow us to continue our higher education. We hope you will read our story, because it explains why this dream cannot end here. We are Hala and Mohannad, two siblings from Gaza who completed our final year of high school under the harshest circumstances imaginable. Despite losing our home and living through months of displacement, we achieved exceptional Tawjihi scores: 92.1% and 97%. For us, education is not merely a goal; it is our only path to rebuilding our future and supporting a community that has lost so much. Studying for Tawjihi in Gaza was not simply difficult; it was a battle for survival. After our home was destroyed, we carried our books into crowded shelters and tents. We studied in small corners with no silence, no privacy, and no guarantee of safety. It is impossible to describe what it means to read physics formulas while nearby explosions shake the walls, or to memorise chemistry equations while your hands tremble from fear. Without electricity, we studied by candlelight, turning its dim glow into a lifeline. Every page we read was covered in dust from the rubble. Every morning before an exam, our parents said goodbye as if it might be the last time. Their fear became our determination. We felt the responsibility of our entire family on our shoulders. Even before the war, we were always among the strongest students in our schools. One of us previously earned the Access English Language Scholarship funded by AMIDEAST, a competitive programme awarded only to high-achieving students. Throughout the school year, even after losing our savings, we spent what little remained for transportation to lessons. It was not a luxury; it was a desperate attempt to keep our future alive. And against every obstacle, we succeeded. We completed Tawjihi with distinction. This year, we were offered the opportunity to continue our higher education. This should have been the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. But our family lost everything, our home, our belongings, our savings. After surviving destruction, displacement, and fear, we are now held back by only one thing: money. Tuition has become the final barrier between us and the future we fought so hard to reach. Our house, once filled with books and dreams, is now a pile of ash. We did not only lose walls; we lost the quiet corner where we studied, the room where we imagined our future, and the place where we promised ourselves that hard work would lead us somewhere better. The war did not only destroy our structure; it tried to destroy our dreams too. We are asking for help not merely to study, but to rebuild our lives and contribute meaningfully to our community. With your support, we can continue our education and turn everything we have endured into strength, purpose, and service. Our goal is to become two young people who can support their family, help their society, and rebuild this wounded homeland through knowledge and perseverance. We ask the world not to let our dream collapse at the final step. We survived the destruction. We overcame fear. We achieved academic excellence under circumstances that would break most people. Please help us take the last step toward the future we have worked so hard for. Your support is chance to transform our story from one of loss into one of resilience and achievement. Thank you for reading, and thank you for believing in our future.

Hi, my name is Lenzi. from London, I am fundraising on behalf of Mohammed Zaher from Gaza. All funds will go directly towards helping Mohammed and his family survive the devastating situation they are living through in Gaza. Your support will provide them with food, clean water, shelter, and other basic necessities that are essential for their daily life. This is Mohammed’s story: I am Mohammed Zaher, 24 years old, a content creator on YouTube where I share my daily life and try to spread positive energy among more than 3 million subscribers who follow me. But unfortunately, in the midst of the war, my home was bombed, and I lost the place where I used to live with my family. We no longer have a shelter to protect our small dreams. Despite all the suffering I have gone through, I still try to smile and share hope with people, because I believe that light is born from the heart of darkness. Today I write these words to ask for your help and support—not only for myself, but for my family who are enduring these difficult circumstances with me. Even the smallest contribution will be a lifeline for us in this difficult time. Your support will give us a chance to start again and build a safer life. Thank you _____________ أنا محمد زاهر، عمري 24 سنة، صانع محتوى على يوتيوب أشارك يومياتي وأحاول أن أنشر طاقة إيجابية بين أكثر من 3 مليون مشترك يتابعوني. لكن للأسف، في ظل الحرب تم قصف منزلي وفقدت المكان الذي كنت أعيش فيه مع عائلتي، ولم يعد لدينا مأوى يحمي أحلامنا الصغيرة. رغم كل ما مررت به من معاناة، ما زلت أحاول أن أبتسم وأن أشارك الأمل مع الناس، لأنني مؤمن أن النور يولد من قلب الظلام. اليوم أكتب لكم هذه الكلمات لأطلب منكم المساعدة والدعم، ليس فقط من أجلي، بل من أجل عائلتي التي تعيش معي هذه الظروف الصعبة. أي مساهمة بسيطة—ستكون طوق نجاة لنا في هذا الوقت العصيب. دعمكم سيمنحنا فرصة لنبدأ من جديد، ونبني حياة أكثر أمانًا