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Today I am writing on behalf of Mohammad Ayesh's ( @gazanphoenix ) friend, Hania. Hania suffers from diabetes and is struggling to access the necessary treatments. I am going to share with you what Hania herself writes on her gofundme campaign to give you a better picture of the urgency of her situation.
Hello, my name is Hania, and I am from Gaza. I suffer from diabetes, but unfortunately, I have not been able to get the necessary medications due to the difficult conditions in Gaza. Since the beginning of the war, I have worked hard to help others, especially families living in tents and facing severe cold, where I have provided food and drinks for them. Despite this, I could not ignore my own health condition, as diabetes has been threatening my life day after day. Over time, the lack of proper treatment has worsened my health, and I developed acidosis due to being unable to obtain the necessary treatment during crises, which sometimes leads to diabetic coma. This significantly increases the danger of my condition. All I want is to receive the medications I need to stay alive, but the conditions here make it impossible to obtain them. I urgently need treatment, and my only hope now is to leave Gaza to receive life saving medical care. I appeal to you to stand by me in this hardship and help me raise the funds needed to travel and get treatment.
Please help Hania raise the necessary amount that will help her travel and seek the necessary treatment. Her end goal as of now is just $2.4k USD
As mentioned above, Hania is vetted by association via Mohammad Ayesh. This is her Instagram account, should you want to have a look at the relief projects, Hania is associated with.
Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you? And find nourishment at the very sight of you?
Empty markets, hungry stomachs, an unknown future, the threat of death, daily massacres... and every massacre and crime you can think of is happening now in Gaza.
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
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