Merhametli kalplere bir mesaj... Ailem ve çocuklarım bu son derece zor zamanlarda desteğinize çok ihtiyaç duyuyor. Okul masraflarını karşılamama, yaşlı anne babam için ilaç almama ve yiyecek temin etmeme yardımcı olmanızı rica ediyorum. 🙏
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Dollar'ın hiçbir şey yapmadığını söylemeyin. İyiliğinizi inkar etmiyorum; ihtiyaç duyduğumuz zamanda bize destek oldunuz. Küçük çocuğumun şiddetli yetersiz beslenmeden sonra sağlığına kavuşmasına yardımcı oldunuz.
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Çocuklarım, acımasız ve zorlu koşullar altında yetersiz beslenmeden muzdarip. Her geçen gün sağlıklarını ve geleceklerini daha da kötüleştiriyor. Desteğinize ve dualarınıza ihtiyacımız var; durum dayanılmaz hale geldi. chuffed.org/project/hanana…
Today, on my road to the clinic, I climbed into that miserable chariot which has become the common carriage of Gaza: a broken cart dragged forward by an exhausted car, itself seeming to cough rather than move, like some old beast condemned to labor beyond mercy.
Beside me sat a young man, hardly past the threshold of youth, perhaps twenty eight years of age.
He held in his hands a torn plastic sack, poor banner of a fallen life. His garments were worn thin, his face hollow with fatigue, and on his brow there rested that dreadful expression one learns only in famine: the look of a man who has spent the day searching not for fortune, not for comfort, but merely for bread.
When he entered, the driver asked him: “Do you have money for the fare?”
He replied at once, with the haste of wounded pride: “Yes.”
He paid.
Then he turned toward me. There was no anger in him, no noise, no rebellion. There was only ruin.
He drew out his phone and said in a low voice: “Look at how our life used to be.”
He showed me photographs.
“We used to import clothes from Israel and Turkey. We sold them. We had everything.”
He stopped, as though memory itself had struck him in the chest.
“Then the war destroyed it all. Our goods, our homes .. everything.”
He lowered his eyes to his hands, those empty hands that perhaps once counted profit, folded children’s clothes, opened doors of his own house.
“But I do not steal. And I do not ride without paying.”
Then he spoke words I shall carry like a stone in the heart: “We are people of dignity .. but life humiliated us.”
In those few syllables, he was defending an invisible kingdom.
Perhaps before me. Perhaps before himself.
He wished it known that this shadow seated in dust was not the whole man.
That once he had walls around him. Trade in his hands. Purpose in his mornings.
That before the sky fell, he had been someone standing upright beneath it.
He did not quarrel with the driver. He begged no pity.
He asked for something rarer than charity.
He asked to be recognized.
He wanted some human voice to tell him:
“I see you.
I know who you were.
I know this is not your true life.”
He wanted a hand laid gently upon his shoulder. A sentence strong enough to keep a soul from collapsing.
A small lamp against the vast humiliation. And while I listened to him, I understood.
This is not only the story of one man.
This is Gaza.
A land filled with men and women who, while roofs fall, bread vanishes, and history tramples them beneath iron feet, still labor in silence to preserve the last fortress left to them: dignity.
Perhaps this is what they need most now.
Not bread alone. Not shelter alone.
But someone to whisper to them, with tenderness and truth:
This misery is not your name.
And one day, when the smoke has passed and the ruins have finished speaking, you shall be seen again as you truly were.
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chuffed.org/project/emanya…
Aziz Türk milleti sizlerin infakları ile bugünlere kadar geldik. Ne olur bizleri unutmayın. Ben babamı ve iki kardeşimi şehit verdim. Çocuklarıma tıbbi tedavi ve gıda almam almam bize infak ederseniz çok mutlu oluruz
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Aziz Türk halkı ben Gazze’den kardeşiniz Muhammed. Babamı ve iki kardeşimi işgal şehit etti beni de yaraladı yürüyemiyorum. Çadırımızı fareler bastı oğlum onlardan kaçarken kolunu kırdı. 3 evladıma ve hasta anneme infak ediniz
Every day I post and talk about my situation and my little daughter’s condition… but I’ve started to feel like no one cares, like I’m speaking into the void 💔
I have no source of income, and I don’t know how to provide for my children 😔
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I am Duaa from Gaza. Every minute I live is a struggle to keep my family alive. I strive to provide the basic necessities for my family under the systematic siege imposed on us. There is nothing in our tent to alleviate our hunger, and hunger is merciless. chuffed.org/project/doaara…
Kampanyama çok az bağış geldi ve üç gündür hiç bağış almadım. Lütfen bana dilediğiniz miktarda para ile destek olun. Ailem 12 kişiden oluşuyor ve yardımınıza ihtiyacımız var.
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"A dignified life broken by war".
We lost our home and livelihood; the world has closed in on us. I never thought I’d ask for help, but my children's hunger leaves me no choice. Please, donate to help us survive.
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Acil ve kritik! Kalbime giden ana atardamarım hasar gördü ve en kısa sürede seyahat etmem gerekiyor. Merhametli olan herkese, Tanrı sizi korusun ve kutsasın: seyahat masraflarım 2500 dolar. Lütfen yardım etmekten çekinmeyin.
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Güçlü olmaya veumut yaymaya devam edebilmeyi çok isterdim,ama gücümün tükendiğini hissediyorum Ailemden sorumluyum ve onlara acıyla bakıyorum.Mutluluk istiyorlar özlem duyuyorlar veben de yüzlerine bir gülümseme getirmek istiyorum Lütfen bana,küçük de olsa
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I implore compassionate hearts to stand by my child, Muhammad, from whom the war has taken everything. I ask for your contribution, even just $10, to buy food, medicine, and toys for this innocent child.
Don’t you feel pain when you see us?Unfortunately,there are very few who support us or show us compassion.We have become invisible,as if no one can see us Why are we poor in a world filled with injustice?We have become helpless,we wish for death every hour
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Bağışların azalırken ihtiyaçların arttığını görmek yürek burkan bir durum. Ailem bekliyor ve çocuklarımın bir umut ışığına ihtiyacı var. Birinin teselli bulmasının sebebi siz olabilirsiniz. Bağış yapın ve bu tweet'i paylaşın. chuffed.org/project/hanana…