A Final Cry From The Heart Of Hell: Why Are We Condemned To Die In Silence?

A final cry from the heart of hell: Why are we condemned to die in silence? ⁉️ ❤️‍

"Hello my friends, I am Nour from Gaza, and I live here with 5 children who are suffering from the devastating effects of a fierce war. Mohammed, Bahaa, Amira, Joan and Ghazal face death and destruction every day, and I am looking for support to help them and provide them with a safe life. Our days have returned to the degraded state of life of early humans, crammed like piles of flesh into tents resembling scorching ovens. From morning until night we search for the same things to survive: water, food and fire. We endure long hours in line to get a tiny amount of water, and the food consists of old canned goods of poor quality. We sleep and wake up to the sounds of brutal planes, unsure of where they will strike next or who among us will be reduced to scattered remains. Here in Gaza, we live the worst life known to humanity Since its beginning. You are our only hope of escaping Gaza and its oppression. Please help me and my family find a safe place to live.

I decided to create a campaign on GoFundMe to collect donations to provide the necessary assistance for my children and to evacuate them from the war environment in Gaza and travel to a place of safety.

With the simplest donation, you can save my children and my family and bring them to safety Share the goodness and be a reason to save our lives I am asking all of you to contribute what you can, even if it is a small amount.

There is no small donation, every drop of water means a lot to me and my children who are trapped in these difficult circumstances.

Please participate in the campaign and share it with your friends and family. Together, we can change the lives of these children and bring them better opportunities in the future.

Thank you for your🥰 support and solidarity in these difficult times. It would mean a lot to me to have you be part of this campaign and help me bring back hope and happiness to my beloved children. For donations,

please visit the following link🙏🙏👇👇

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Nour's Family Rebuild After Devastation, organized by Gz Thrift

Hello, I am Nour from Gaza. I am 35 years old. I have 5 children: Muhammad, 13… Gz Thrift needs your support for Help Nour's Family Rebuild

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Imagine sitting on the express, offering Sunday a bag of chips. He politely declines, but you can tell while you're scrolling on your phone that he's been stealing glances in your direction. Wordlessly, you extended the bag to him without tearing your gaze away from your usual daily scroll. It's been a few minutes and you haven't heard or felt the sound of chips moving about. When you turned to look, you realized that he hadn't been eager for a bite of those potatoes. He was watching you eat, with a small smile on his face as though he himself was full just by watching. This was what he needed. The necessity of domestic repose.

Sunday began thinking himself as a fool, not from the nasty pit that was self-deprecation, but out of fondness for the sight. Why didn't he take this path sooner?

He shifted from his seat. A simple gesture— nearly unseen— but you heard how he chuckled curtly. Then, he spoke:

"Pardon me for my rudeness, but you have some crumbs on your face."

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