My fundraising campaign was my only hope to survive, but now it is no longer receiving any donations.
Please, my friends, I beg you a thousand times to help me—you are my only hope
reminder that our friend Raji still needs our support. like many other displaced Palestinians he’s sleeping in a wet tent and has lost his mother and sister to the genocide. please help him and his father survive by donating & sharing his campaign
🔗: https://t.co/2LgoZ0CIKY
Tonight, Rafif will sleep in a cold tent.
She went to visit her grandparents after the war scattered family, neighbors, and friends, turning every visit into a difficult journey that requires walking long distances to reach those we love.
From time to time, Rafif visits her grandparents and uncles—they have the right to see her, as she is their first grandchild.
My wife’s family is displaced in a distant area, hard to reach. Still, my wife and our daughter Rafif visit them whenever possible, spending two or three days before returning to the single room we live in.
A family should never be separated, no matter the circumstances.
Please keep them in your prayers.
For a long time, we’ve been trying to raise our voices above this overwhelming silence… yet we keep facing constant restrictions, as if someone wants to erase our voice and hide our presence from the world.
And what hurts even more is that many of the friends who once stood by us have now fallen short—even in the simplest acts: sharing, commenting, or offering a small interaction that could keep the campaign for Rafif’s family alive.
Today, our posts barely reach three thousand views, while Rafif’s posts once reached tens of thousands—even millions.
Where did that support go?
Where are the hearts that stood with us without hesitation?
It feels as if so many have moved on… as if our page no longer matters—
as if we were never part of their lives at all.
Rafif’s family is heartbroken… truly heartbroken.
Maybe we will disappear quietly, so we no longer bother anyone with our struggles.
Goodbye…
Engagement on this account started to fade just one day after the ceasefire.
It seems you’ve already begun to forget us…
If you still care about Rafif, her family, and Gaza,
leave a ❤️ for Rafif — the girl from Gaza 🇵🇸
We returned to our tent overwhelmed with deep sorrow, after waiting for long hours on the seashore, anticipating the arrival of the heroes of the Freedom Flotilla, despite the danger of the place and the continuous gunfire from the warships. But unfortunately, as always, Israel prevented the ships from reaching us, in an attempt to extinguish any glimmer of hope for the besieged people of Gaza. Yet, our steadfastness remains stronger than their blockade, and our faith in freedom and justice runs deeper than all their desperate attempts
Please…don’t scroll past.
Eileen needs milk.
Eileen needs milk.
Eileen needs milk.
If you just leave 3 comments, this post might reach more people —
and you might help save him.
Please don’t ignore this call… Eileen is hungry, and he deserves to live.
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I BEG YOU SHE Will DIE 😭
Eileen needs milk
Eileen needs milk
Please don’t ignore this call. Eileen is hungry, and he deserves to live
Humanity is gone today. We begin surviving on water and salt.
3 replies — even dots — can break the
algorithm😭
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My father is hungry… he eats tree leaves to survive
Bone disease has taken his leg, and hunger is taking his life
Every bite you give could bring him back to life
Don’t leave him alone in his fight against hunger and illness
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My family's simple dream is to have food. We struggle to survive.Please help me by donating. 💔
if you see this reply with a dot .
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This is my will and my final message. If these words reach you, know that Israel has succeeded in killing me and silencing my voice. First, peace be upon you and Allah’s mercy and blessings.
Allah knows I gave every effort and all my strength to be a support and a voice for my people, ever since I opened my eyes to life in the alleys and streets of the Jabalia refugee camp. My hope was that Allah would extend my life so I could return with my family and loved ones to our original town of occupied Asqalan (Al-Majdal). But Allah’s will came first, and His decree is final. I have lived through pain in all its details, tasted suffering and loss many times, yet I never once hesitated to convey the truth as it is, without distortion or falsification—so that Allah may bear witness against those who stayed silent, those who accepted our killing, those who choked our breath, and whose hearts were unmoved by the scattered remains of our children and women, doing nothing to stop the massacre that our people have faced for more than a year and a half.
I entrust you with Palestine—the jewel in the crown of the Muslim world, the heartbeat of every free person in this world. I entrust you with its people, with its wronged and innocent children who never had the time to dream or live in safety and peace. Their pure bodies were crushed under thousands of tons of Israeli bombs and missiles, torn apart and scattered across the walls.
I urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland. I entrust you to take care of my family. I entrust you with my beloved daughter Sham, the light of my eyes, whom I never got the chance to watch grow up as I had dreamed.
I entrust you with my dear son Salah, whom I had wished to support and accompany through life until he grew strong enough to carry my burden and continue the mission.
I entrust you with my beloved mother, whose blessed prayers brought me to where I am, whose supplications were my fortress and whose light guided my path. I pray that Allah grants her strength and rewards her on my behalf with the best of rewards.
I also entrust you with my lifelong companion, my beloved wife, Umm Salah (Bayan), from whom the war separated me for many long days and months. Yet she remained faithful to our bond, steadfast as the trunk of an olive tree that does not bend—patient, trusting in Allah, and carrying the responsibility in my absence with all her strength and faith.
I urge you to stand by them, to be their support after Allah Almighty. If I die, I die steadfast upon my principles. I testify before Allah that I am content with His decree, certain of meeting Him, and assured that what is with Allah is better and everlasting.
O Allah, accept me among the martyrs, forgive my past and future sins, and make my blood a light that illuminates the path of freedom for my people and my family. Forgive me if I have fallen short, and pray for me with mercy, for I kept my promise and never changed or betrayed it.
Do not forget Gaza… And do not forget me in your sincere prayers for forgiveness and acceptance.
Anas Jamal Al-Sharif
06.04.2025
This is what our beloved Anas requested to be published upon his martyrdom.