Ooohhh Thank God,🙏🥺❤️ guys I found someone to help me create a fundraising campaign on GoFundMe. I thank her so, so much . And as @npub1tz7l...atuv told me, the link is now in English, which is easier for everyone, and the currency is in dollars, which is also easier for everyone. Thank you to everyone who donates in advance, even if it’s a little. You are changing my life and the lives of my children for the better. 👇👇🍉🍉 https://gofund.me/ec78a765 @Willow 🏳️‍⚧️🏴🇵🇸 @IainMac9 🇦🇺🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇸🇩 @Yellow Turtle 🍉 @equal rights @Aral Balkan

Today my little boy, Yusuf, looked at me and asked: “Mom, why don’t we have a home like other people?” I froze… I wanted to answer, but no words came out. All I could do was hold him tight and whisper, “One day, my love… one day we will.” What would you say to your child if they asked you that? 💔

@H4Heights 🇪🇺🇵🇸🇺🇦🇨🇦 Hello, I hope you are well. I am a mother of two children, Osama and Yousef, who you can see in the picture, from Gaza. After surviving famine and genocide, and losing our home and source of income, my children still need financial support so I can provide their basic needs, like winter clothes and food. The cold has started, and I am worried about my children getting sick. Any support you can offer will be greatly appreciated, even if it is small..

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❄️ Winter is coming and we have nothing When we left our home, we left all our winter clothes… now we have nothing — not me, not Yousef. T...

My friends, some time ago I asked for your help because the cold has already begun, and we have no winter clothes — not me, not my poor children. What fault do these little ones have? Believe me, even one dollar makes a difference. Dollar by dollar, you can help keep a cold child warm. please Donate now !! 🙏 💔 https://gofund.me/ec78a765 @Martin Bagge / brother @Joakim Melin @hufnagel 🏳️‍🌈 🐧🔆 @npub1xmlw...hda9 View quoted note →

I’m still afraid. When I hear loud noise in the street, my heart tightens — for a moment I think it’s a funeral. When a car speeds by, I feel like it’s a missile coming toward us, and I cover my ears. When something falls and makes a loud sound, my heart races — it feels like an explosion. And when my children step outside the tent… I get scared. Scared of bombing, of noise, of loss — of everything that could happen in a second. I’m still afraid… We haven’t moved on, and maybe we never will.