๐จ ONLY $450 LEFT โ Help Ibraheem Finish Building a Livable Tent for His Family in Gaza ๐
Ibraheem (@_alturky2001), a computer engineer from Beit Hanoun, has lost his home, his father, and his brother. Heโs now the one holding his grieving family together in a sweltering, suffocating tent.
The heat is unbearable โ he wakes up drenched in sweat, struggling to breathe. With your help, theyโre building a proper ventilated, insulated shelter with wood. Theyโve already bought part of the materials.
Just $450 more and theyโll have real relief and dignity this summer. Every $5โ$10 pushes them over the finish line.
Please donate ANY amount + RT. This is urgent. ๐
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#Gaza #HelpIbraheem #StandWithGaza #Fundraiser
Amid the genocide and destruction, we are still alive in Gaza.
We fight hunger, fear, and displacement every single day.
Yet despite all of this, we still hold on tightly to life and to the hope that relief is near, InshaโAllah.
Please donโt forget usโฆ
Sharing our story and your support gives us the strength to keep going.
I hope you can donate to my campaign and share it with as many people as possible.
It is the only lifeline connecting us to survival in these brutal conditions. ๐๐
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The sea gazaโฆ
The only outlet for the families of Gaza,
and the only thing they still couldnโt destroy.
We breathe hope from it โ
the last thing left that hasnโt been burned or demolished.
Our gateway to life,
to dreams, and to steadfastness.
We look at it and say with a broken heart:
There is still hope ๐๐
Under a faint light that can barely be seen.. I study every night inside our worn-out tent.
No electricity, no desk, no comfort.. only pure determination and big dreams.
Our home has turned to rubble. Every day I walk for hours under the burning sun just to catch a weak internet signal, then return to study until my eyes turn red and my head aches.
This is my daily struggle.. but my heart refuses to surrender.
Please pray for me, share this photo, and if you can โ any donation will help me continue my education through this hell. ๐คฒ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ค
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I am Anas from northern Gaza..
Iโm still trying to continue my studies in Computer Engineering despite the bombing and hunger. The reality is much harsher than you can imagine..
My family of 8 people are all displaced. Alhamdulillah we are still alive, but we havenโt received any support for days. Food has become extremely scarce and prices are insane.
Every bit of help โ even one dollar or just sharing the link โ helps us survive one more day ๐คฒ๐คhttps://t.co/L1ozbumewo
๐จ๐จ๐งI need to provide food for my family and medicine for my mother in very difficult conditions.
Please donโt ignore this message, because being ignored is more painful than the need itself.
Any support or even sharing this post can make a big difference in our lives.๐ฅบ๐๐ปโค๏ธhttps://t.co/dZ678UG0ta
One year ago today, the occupation took Mosab Ali from us. Targeted and killed him as he was sourcing aid.
It was one of the darkest days in The Sameer Project's brief history. We lost far more than a colleague. We lost a leader, a calming presence in moments of chaos, a trusted friend, a moral compass, and a beloved member of our family.
Mosab lived a life of service. He cared deeply for his people and carried himself with humility, kindness, and unwavering faith. He feared God, loved God, and dedicated himself to serving others. Even from his own salary, he would set aside money to help feed families in his neighborhood. He cared for his family with devotion and treated every resident of our camps as an extension of that family.
To know Mosab was to witness compassion, honor, respect. He listened more than he spoke. He comforted others before thinking of himself. He believed that dignity, mercy, and community were not ideals, but responsibilities.
Mosab was also a dreamer. He dreamed of a better Gaza - founding our partner organization, TechMed, out of concern for the mental health of his people going through a genocide. He was going to make a better future for children. Those dreams did not die with him.
We carry them with us every day.
We miss him beyond words. We miss his wisdom, his laughter, his patience, and his presence. But we honor him in the way he would have wanted: by continuing the work, caring for our people, and refusing to give up on the future he believed was possible.
May Allah have mercy on our beloved Mosab, accept him among the righteous, and grant him the highest levels of Jannah.
You are gone from our daily sight, but never from our hearts.
I can't publish my campaign much because I suffer from depression
Surviving in this constant hell we live is
psychologically and financially expensive
Donate and share
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To everyone who has donated to us before, I kindly ask you to continue your support. I will never forget your kindness and generosity. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. โค๏ธ https://t.co/VfzYZL4GJPโฆ
๐จPLEASE LET'S HELP THIS DAD MEET THE BASIC SURVIVAL NEEDS OF HIS FAMILY IN FOOD AND A SAFE AND ADEQUATE SHELTER๐๐THEIR RENT IS ABOUT TO EXPIRE AND IF THEY NOT PAY IT ON TIME THEY MAY BE LEFT ON THE STREETโ ๏ธBOOST๐ฃ๐ฃSHARE๐๐DONATE IF YOU CAN๐๐https://t.co/Vmans8EGuL
From Gazaโฆ I carry the burden of five children, including a newborn who needs milk and care, while his siblings wait for food. Any support, no matter how small, can make a big difference in their lives. May God reward you for every help and every prayer.
#Gaza#GazaChildren
From Gazaโฆ I carry the burden of five children, including a newborn who needs milk and care, while his siblings wait for food. Any support, no matter how small, can make a big difference in their lives. May God reward you for every help and every prayer.
#Gaza#GazaChildren
Can you imagine if this was your cousin, to watch them be murdered and have to continue your day and simply suffer through it? Please do what you can to support my friend Mahmoud, his suffering is immeasurable.
Indeed, to God we belong and to Him we shall return.
My cousin, Khalil Jamil Al-Masri (Abu Hossam), has been killed.
He was shot directly in the head by a bullet fired from the eastern side of Gaza. He was sitting in a cafรฉ. He was not carrying a weapon, nor was he a threat to anyone. He was simply a human being trying to live an ordinary day in the midst of all this suffering.
My heart is filled with grief, and his loss is deeply painful.
What hurts me even more is that I was with him just four days ago. We talked together, and he told me how exhausted he was from displacement and how he could no longer bear the instability of living as a displaced person. He longed to return to his home and land in Beit Hanoun, the place where he was born and where his most beautiful memories lived.
He dreamed of returning to the north.
But even that dream was taken from him.
I cannot understand how a person sitting in a cafรฉ can be shot and killed without having done anything wrong. How can our lives become so cheap? How can bullets fired from a distance continue to steal our loved ones from us, one after another?
Four days ago, he was talking about returning to Beit Hanoun.
Today, we bid him farewell.
May God have mercy on you, Khalil, grant you the highest place in Paradise, and give patience and strength to your family and loved ones. Your memory, and your final words, will remain engraved in my heart for the rest of my life.
Hello everyone, I still need $635.
I want to complete what we started: a sturdy, clean tent with proper airflow. Please, this is an urgent and essential need.