Please help me and my child, we need your support, don't forget us.
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Here are the traitorous,infidel Jews who do not have an ounce of mercy in their hearts.They killed Al Jazeera correspondent Anas Al Sharif and his friends in such brutality. Why all this hatred? God is sufficient for us, and He is the best Disposer of affairs. Our hearts are shaken by his departure.

I appeal to your compassionate hearts. Every bit of help from you is a lifeline for us, and it means the difference between a day of living and a day of being burdened by pain.

We are tired of this suffering, of the smell of smoke, and of the long wait for something as simple as gas. We are tired of everything.

Even when his leg was burned, he kept reassuring me, saying, "I'm fine, Mom." I was also burned, but I persevered because there was no choice but to be patient.

My son, even though he's just a child, comes to help me when he sees me tired. That day, I was exhausted from breaking wood, so he grabbed the wood and started cutting with me, not because he had to, but because his heart couldn't bear to see me in pain.

In Gaza, our lives are tied to fire and wood.
No gas is allowed into the Strip, and we cook all our meals over an open fire, amidst the smoke and heat, and the exhaustion increases with each passing day.

Donate even a little, it makes a big difference. We are now in a period of food imports that we have not seen before, but due to lack of money, I cannot buy what I need, even though prices have decreased. Please donate even a little, my child and I need your support.

Everyone who loves and supports Gaza, please look at us with mercy. Donate even a little. This will help me and my child a lot. Be sure that when you donate, you have made a family happy. I pray for everyone who has contributed, even a little.

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Please help me and my child to be able to buy what we need.
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Our children also deserve life like the children of the world. How long will our situation remain like this? God is sufficient for us, and He is the best Disposer of affairs.

I feel so exhausted from this miserable life. We ask God to extend a helping hand to us, to give us patience, and to strengthen our hearts. We are tired and we want to live like others.

Because we lived in war for a long time, I see everything happy as something strange to me. I felt like crying because we do not live a life as we deserve.

There are those who drink a glass of juice, eat ice cream, and walk among the lit streets. We have not seen light in our homes. We have not had electricity since the beginning of the war.

My friend from abroad showed me how life is there. I feel like we are poor people living in a cage, gradually dying. We are happy with a piece of sugar and a cup of tea, we are happy with a loaf of bread.

By God, the simplest things have become a great joy for us.

Help us continue our days with dignity, living a simple life that touches the soul.

Today, prices are lower than in the past, and the opportunity may be temporary.
Whoever can help, even a little, please help me buy everything I can afford during this period before prices rise again.

We hope from the bottom of our hearts that everything will return to normal, that the bombing will end, that we will live in moments of calm and dignity, and that we will be able to provide for our children.

Yes, prices have dropped, thank God, but they haven't returned to normal. There are still many things we are deprived of: fruits, frozen foods, and the basics we dreamed of becoming available.

"Finally... after a long wait, we drank a cup of tea with sugar!"
It was a simple moment... but it filled our hearts with indescribable happiness, as if we had sipped the warmth of hope and the spirit of life in small sips.

We have no more strength left💔😞

By God, we are tired, people, we are tired, we are tired. What is happening is enough. We have no strength left, no spirit left, nothing left in us. We will calm down, we will calm down. We are tired, people.😭😭

I don’t know, how is this life? We die in the blink of an eye, no one feels. We will cry for a day, two days, a week, and then what? We will lose another person. This is what we are living.

Every short while we hear news of a martyrdom. Now he is in the morgue. What is this? Is it a dream? 😭🥲🥺

He went to the death aid area to buy some goods to trade in and get money to buy flour and food for his family and his sisters and to help his father. Unfortunately, he was forced to write and returned to his father. What a difficult feeling this is.

How difficult is the feeling of losing loved ones. A short while ago, I received the news of the death of my cousin, and shortly before him my aunt. He is the only son in his family, the supporter and backer of them and their father.

We are tired, but God is sufficient for us, and He is the best Disposer of affairs.