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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
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only €569 till €2,000.
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
📣📣📣🚨🚨🚨
**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
📣📣📣🚨🚨🚨
**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
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only €569 till €2,000.
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
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**An Appeal in the Name of Humanity**
My name is Ghada, I am 32 years old, and my life was always filled with dreams and ambitions that I worked hard to achieve. I began my educational journey by studying Public Relations and Advertising in 2013, then I sought to broaden my knowledge and specialized in Primary Education in 2016. As time passed, I realized that technology is the future, so I decided to study Information Technology, believing that knowledge is the strongest weapon to face the harshness and challenges of life.
• This was my home before the war destroyed it… the place where I felt safe and at peace 🤍.
I live with my father and my younger brother Khaled. Khaled completed his studies in Accounting and used to work with my father in his workshop. My father owned an aluminum manufacturing workshop, and despite the difficulties, our life was relatively stable.But the war left us with nothing
•This is what remains of the home that was once filled with memories and dreams 💔.
In a single moment, everything collapsed. We lost our home, which held all our moments, I lost my university, which was my refuge for achieving my dream, and we lost my father’s workshop, our only source of income. The war forced us to flee from northern Gaza, and we found ourselves in a school in the Al-Zawayda area, trying to adapt to a harsh reality we cannot escape.
• This is how dreams and aspirations are killed without mercy 💔.
This is my younger brother Khaled, who finished his university studies and dreamed of pursuing a master’s degree 💪. But his dream was shattered, just like everything else, when his university was destroyed 🏫💔.
• These are photos of where we live now… nothing resembles what we once had 💔.
•Constant suffering in obtaining the minimum requirements of daily life💔😢😓
Despite all this indescribable suffering, I have not lost hope. I know I must start over, but I cannot do it alone. I want to help my family build a new life and revive the dreams we did not allow the war to erase.❤️
To achieve this, I need your support. I dream of launching a fundraising campaign to help me travel, continue my education, and build a better future for myself and my family 🤍💪.
I believe that life is built with love and hope, and despite all the pain and losses we endure, a person can rise again if they find someone who stands by them and believes in them. My story is not just a story of war and displacement; it is a story of strong will and defying circumstances. I have not given up on my dreams, and I need your help to achieve them.
Your support through donations will be crucial in saving my family from the brink of poverty and death. Every euro you contribute can make a difference in our lives and restore hope to us.
Please, help me save my family, even with the smallest contribution
💔🥺🙏😢💔
VETTED➡️LINK
currently at €1,431/20,000.
only €569 till €2,000.
Please help me and my family get there. 🙏🙏
(DONATE🍉🍉)
alongside my respect for the Palestinian American woman, this is one of the single most uncomfortable videos ive ever seen not only because of how immediately those white karens were like "no you cannot talk about your family dying here you have to leave this is not important right now so shut up and leave" but also the cultish chanting by all the white people in the room?!?!!!! im done. i hate this. i hate yall. im so done.
from Rosy Pirani, 19/Jan/2024:
Caption: I am so proud of this Palestinian-American woman for calling out governorabbott - I am a Texan and this man does not represent us.
Hello guys, as starbles said, I am also leaving the plataform, since the CEO of the website is siding with israel, aka, the side of genocide, something I will not tolerate and I took the decision to leave.
Regarding of the Q&A'S of my au of fnaf "Springtrap and Aurora Redemption", all the questions will be archived and saved from here and will be answered on my Twitter and my Youtube channel, I will tag the persons that weren't anonymous, unfortunately wouldn't be able to tag the anonymous people but oh well :'/
I will go back to my old rutine of only posting art on my twitter and sometimes on youtube/Instagram (only on my stories tho), and this blog will remain archived, don't be silent, keep talking about palestine !! 🇪🇭
FREE PALESTINE !! 🇪🇭🇪🇭🇪🇭
Hey, I'm considering leaving Tumblr after the new info regarding the CEO of the website siding with Israel and the genocide. I looked it up, and it seemed to be true.
I'll be starting college very soon, so I need to focus a lot on studying, getting a job, and overall getting ready for adulthood, which are the other reasons I'm leaving as well. I will also be working on Behind The Codes in my free time, and posting random art on other platforms.
I'm making a backup file to save all of my art, and another for the Behind The Codes blog. I'll be posting on Instagram, Twitter, and eventually, Youtube.
Wishing you all the best, and thank you for everything. Keep asking for a ceasefire, do not be silent about the genocide!
EDIT:
I've decided to archive this blog, instead of deleting it. I still won't be able to use the platform because of the reasons I mentioned.
Thank you for your help and posting🙏🇵🇸💖🌹
🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑 My campaign is going slow please don't leave me I need help to achieve my goal day by day I feel like it is difficult to achieve my goal
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We lost our passion for life after the destruction of everything, the great destruction of our home, and the loss of our only source of family income. I ask you to help donate and spread the donation campaign with friends and support the page. And share the page with five friends. Welcome to those who visited here.
My family lives in desperate conditions. I present to you a family of ten people. We live in very difficult circumstances. It's been a long time we've been living in a tent. You can imagine spending all your time in this small space, where you sleep and where you eat.
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Between the Ruins and Memories 🌊🏚️
On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤
But, in a single moment, everything changed. 🌪️
Complete Destruction 🏚️💥
The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.
Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Bara’a, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. ⛺🔥 The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the children’s eyes search their father’s face for answers: “When will we go back home?” 🥺🍽️ But the home is no longer there.
Growing Despair 😔💔
Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?
Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩👧👦🕊️
A Faint Hope ✨🌱
Yet Khalil does not give up. He refuses to succumb to pain, searching for a glimmer of hope in this darkness. He knows that there are those who may extend a helping hand and that despite all the hardships, there are still people who believe in humanity. But time is running out, and the tent cannot be home forever. ⏳💡
A Call for Help 🙏💖
If you are able to help, please consider donating to support Khalil and his family during this difficult time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in their lives. Share this story with your friends and family, as it may reach someone who can help. Together, we can make a difference and restore hope to those who desperately need it. 🌍❤️
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My camping vetted by @gazavetters 🌷
Link vetted number #19 on list
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Between the Ruins and Memories 🌊🏚️
On the shores of Gaza, where the horizon stretched endlessly, Khalil lived a life that seemed stable and secure. From his house overlooking the sea, he could hear the sound of crashing waves harmonizing with the sounds of the life he built through hard work and years of effort. 🏠💔 His studies in university as a sound engineer were a gateway to a promising future; his work in renting out large sound equipment used for parties and major events was his source of income, and the residential building he inherited from his father housed many families, ensuring a decent life for his own. 🎶🎤
But, in a single moment, everything changed. 🌪️
Complete Destruction 🏚️💥
The war came like a storm, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake. The home that was considered a refuge for the family turned into rubble. The sound equipment that once spread joy throughout the city was silenced forever under the debris. The residential building, which was a continuous source of income, collapsed as if it had never existed.
Today, Khalil, along with his wife Omnia and their children Nasser, Adam, and Bara’a, live in a small tent in the southern sector, where there is no safety or stability. ⛺🔥 The tent offers no protection from the scorching heat of the day or the biting cold of the night. Hunger and thirst have become constant guests at their empty table, and the children’s eyes search their father’s face for answers: “When will we go back home?” 🥺🍽️ But the home is no longer there.
Growing Despair 😔💔
Each passing day becomes harder than the last. Khalil feels the weight of responsibility crushing him, yet he has nothing to offer his family. Hunger gnaws at their health, and fear eats away at their souls. How can he tell his children that the life they knew is gone forever? How can he face their looks when they ask him about food, and he has little to give?
Omnia, his wife, stands beside him in this bitter struggle, but she, too, suffers in silence. She tries her best to soothe the children and reassure them, but deep down, she knows the future is uncertain and frightening. 👩👧👦🕊️
A Faint Hope ✨🌱
Yet Khalil does not give up. He refuses to succumb to pain, searching for a glimmer of hope in this darkness. He knows that there are those who may extend a helping hand and that despite all the hardships, there are still people who believe in humanity. But time is running out, and the tent cannot be home forever. ⏳💡
A Call for Help 🙏💖
If you are able to help, please consider donating to support Khalil and his family during this difficult time. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in their lives. Share this story with your friends and family, as it may reach someone who can help. Together, we can make a difference and restore hope to those who desperately need it. 🌍❤️
🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸
My camping vetted by @gazavetters 🌷
Link vetted number #19 on list
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from Dr Nahla, MD, 10/Jan/2024:
Today my mother made me go to the beach. And while I was there I let myself enjoy the water and sand between my toes.
After a little while I felt like crying.
I felt like crying because remembered the videos I had seen of Palestinian children playing in the water of their beaches, of parents chasing children around while they laughed, of people enjoying the water and feeling the sand between their toes.
Then I thought about how these people don't get to enjoy their beaches anymore. Because Israel won't let them, because Israel is bombing the families who used to play in the sand.
When we got in the car my mum rolled all the windows down, said something about the fresh air. And as we drove I felt the cool wind against my face, in my hair.
And I wanted to cry.
Because the people in Gaza don't get to just enjoy the fresh air. Because all they're breathing in is debris from destroyed buildings and white phosphorus, and the smell of the dead.
I looked out my window and saw my old school as we passed. And I felt guilty, because I dropped out. But their are children in Palestine who are crying and begging to go back to school and they can't.
The children in Gaza can't go back to school because Israel has destroyed and bombed them.
And I think about the displaced people taking refuge in those very schools while Israel attacked them. I think about how unfair and cruel that is.
And then I see the trees. My favourite trees, Gum trees that are native to my land. And I think about how the native trees in Gaza are being destroyed and bulldozed, very important trees that mean a lot to the Palestinian people. And those trees are being taken away by Israel.
Then there are houses, homes and people going about their day. I watch them from my car window and I want to cry still. Because the people in Gaza have no homes, they don't get to go about their day.
I think about the displaced people in Gaza, who are lucky to have a tent to sleep in. Because Israel has bombed their homes, rained white phosphorus above their homes, bulldozed over their homes, forced the Palestinian people to flee from their homes.
I'm barely holding in my tears, because I'm in the car on the way to my own home and the people in Gaza don't get to do that.
We pass the shops, and my throat starts to close up because there's people buying ice cream and groceries for their families. And the people in Gaza are being starved by Israel.
The people in Gaza don't get to have ice cream, they can't do their grocery shopping. They don't even have enough food for their own children because Israel refuses to let any aid trucks in, because they control all the borders and entries into Gaza.
We pass by a chemist in particular and I think about all the children in Gaza not being able to receive medical care. Because the hospitals are being attacked by Israel. Because no medical aid can get in. Because they have doctors being killed.
And then we pass by the park. The park is empty. And I think about the empty parks in Gaza. Because there are no children to play on the swings, no children to run and laugh. Because the children are crying instead. The children have no legs to play because they've been bombed. They can't laugh because white phosphorus has burned through their faces. They can't do anything because they are frozen in fear.
Theses children who should be filling up empty parks are holding their baby siblings, trying to keep them alive because their parents, aunt's and uncles, have all been slaughtered by the IDF. These children who should be laughing are screaming out for help because members of the IDF are raping them.
These children who should be having fun at the park are prisoners of Israel for throwing rocks at tanks like the boy David who threw a rock at the giant Goliath to save his people. And these children are being tortured in these prisons because they were hopeful and brave.
These children who should be with their families at the park are dying. Are dead. A lying beneath the ruble. Are cold and limp with no air in their lungs. These children are in pieces scattered across the blood drenched ground.
They should have been at the park today.
I can hear a man talking on the radio, and he's talking about unimportant nonsense things and I feel angry. I feel frustrated. Because why is no one else talking about this!? Why is no one talking about what's happening to these people!??
We pass by the fresh water creak right before my house and I want to scream! Because I know there's no fresh water in Gaza. I know there are Palestinians dying of dehydration and yet there is fresh, drinkable water running right there! But the water in Palestine has been polluted by blood and disease, and the seawater Israel has flooded their water supply with.
And when I get to my bed I finally scream and cry and punch my mattress to get all my emotions out.
Now I'm numb and writing this so that someone will see it, hoping that someone will understand, hoping that someone will fight even harder for the people of Palestine.
I'm hoping that they can enjoy their beaches again. I hope that's sometime soon.