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⚠️ **One year of “ceasefire.” What a cruel joke.** ❤️ The famine has started again. An hour ago, entire residential blocks in eastern Gaza were being bombed. The killing hasn’t stopped, the siege is back, vegetables are disappearing, and a kilo of potatoes or tomatoes, if you can even find them, costs around $10. A year ago, I was begging for help to walk again. I still had hope that somehow, our bombed home could remain ours. Today, our rent is due tomorrow. If we can’t pay, we could lose our only roof. Dozens of displaced families are waiting for a place like ours. Winter is coming, and our children need blankets and warm clothes. I’m exhausted. I never imagined we’d still be fighting for the basics a year later. Please don’t forget us. We’re still here, trying to hold on. ❤️ paypal.me/majdshamala

** We are human beings ❤️ !! ** We never imagined having to write to the world just to ask for help. We had a beautiful home, work, a car, a garden, and dreams for our children. We had a life we loved. What hurts most is feeling that people see us as if we were born into misery, or that our pain no longer reaches their hearts. A kind word, someone standing beside us, just knowing we are not forgotten — it means more than you can imagine. We are a people of dignity, generosity, and courage. We love people, we love peace, and all we ever wanted was a homeland where our children could live safely, like children everywhere. We are still here, still holding on, with so much love in our hearts. Please don't forget us. ❤️ We love you all.

**I bought Mona the colored pencils she used to love… but look what she drew. ❤️** We paid for Majd’s final week of hospital treatment. Please pray he keeps improving and comes home safely. But our $494 rent is due October 22. If we can’t pay, we’ll lose the only shelter we have, just as the rains return. Today, Gaza flooded and so many tents went underwater. Alhamdulillah, this little storage room is sheltering me and my girls. Yesterday, while buying winter clothes, I bought Mona colored pencils. She used to love drawing. I thought she’d draw flowers or the sea. Instead, she drew the day our home was bombed while we were inside, and the day Israeli tanks surrounded us. She’s only ten. I wanted to give her a little childhood back. Instead, I saw that the terror is still living inside her. Please help us keep our shelter. We still need $494 by October 22. We have nowhere else to go. ❤️ Please don’t leave me alone. PayPal: https://paypal.me/majdshamala

** Have you ever watched a little girl burn live on camera? Tonight, in Gaza. ⚠️** I can’t get this out of my head. A little girl was pulled from the fire with severe burns. Her mother was killed, and her sister lost her leg By a cowardly Zionist bombardment Three years ago, our home was bombed. Mona was injured, and since that day, she has barely been able to speak. I know what this terror does to a child. I saw it in my daughter, and I still see it every day. I’m exhausted, in pain, trying to recover and hold my family together, terrified of what the next night will bring. I look at my daughters and wonder how much more they can take. How do I protect them when I barely feel safe myself? Tonight, other mothers are holding their children, afraid they won’t see morning. This happens every day in Gaza while the world watches or stays silent. Please, I’m begging you. Share our story and what is happening to these children. We are terrified, exhausted, and still trying to survive. Please don’t leave us screaming into silence. ❤️ HELP OUR FAMILY SURVIVE Support us via PayPal: https://paypal.me/majdshamala If you can’t donate, please share. Your voice can help us reach someone who can. - Aya

Hi dear loves ❤️ Our Second family My family and I are so happy to have you in our lives. Please keep sharing our story and help us reach more people. We’re so grateful for every one of you and all the love you’ve shown us. ❤️

**Forgive us if we go quiet. We’re so tired. ** Since yesterday, the bombing feels like the first days of the war again, destroying what little we have left. Thank you for helping us raise $85. But Majd’s weekly treatment costs $390, and the hospital has given us until tonight to pay. Beds are desperately needed, and if we can’t pay, he must leave. He has finally started moving his legs after months of paralysis. He needs continued physiotherapy and electrical stimulation to keep his muscles from wasting away while his spinal cord and nerves recover. I still owe 1,300 shekels ($428) for my hospital bill, and I must return for my back in two days, but I can’t while the debt remains. I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m screaming into empty space. Thank you for still being here. If I go quiet, it’s not because we stopped fighting. but our strength has been completely exhausted. - you sister AYA

“Mom, please don’t do what Dad did. Please don’t go to the hospital.” ⚠️:( Don't leave us alone. ❤️ I had just come home from the hospital when Lareen broke down crying. She told me they felt kidnapped without me. She slept with her head covered, afraid a monster would kill her. Then she asked if people would kill them too. My daughter is just a child. She should be worrying about toys, not whether she’ll lose her mother. We once had a beautiful home. Now my children are afraid even when I’m home. **What has this war done to our children?** Please don’t look away. Let the world see what my daughters are living through. Share their story. It’s one of the few ways their voices can reach the world. ** gofund.me/1b5e18f5a ** paypal.me/majdshamala