My name is Amal, writing from Gaza — a real person, not a headline. War has taken our safety and future. This fundraiser is about survival, education, and a chance to live without fear. If you can donate or share, you’re giving hope. Thank you for seeing us. 🤍 gofund.me/a47a14b6a

My father is suffering from a serious heart condition. He needs urgent surgery — and the daily medication alone is painfully expensive. We’re fighting time, pain, and rising costs. Please help us save his heart. Every donation, every share, every prayer matters. gofund.me/a47a14b6a

I lost my home, my university, and my future — all in Gaza. I’m trying to rebuild. If you can help or share, it means everything. gofund.me/a47a14b6a

The Journey That Never Ends The road is full of the displaced, but no one calls out. The silence is thick, filled with metal basins, fluttering scarves, and the dragging of shoes across tired ground. Donate and help me displaced family 💔 gogetfunding.com/raising-fund...

The children of Gaza are not sleeping — they are fading, one heartbeat at a time, from hunger. Donate, and make a difference! gogetfunding.com/raising-fund...

He holds an empty pot — not to cook, but to ask the world: Is there anything left for Gaza? While bombs fall, hunger rises. Donate now to fight the famine. gogetfunding.com/raising-fund...

I’m Amal, writing from the heart of broken Gaza. My family and I have been displaced over and over, carrying what’s left of our lives on our backs, searching for a corner of safety that barely shelters animals. Today, I’m asking for something simple… a tent. gogetfunding.com/raising-fund...

Amal’s story from Gaza hit us hard. “Even hope walks barefoot…” These are the kinds of voices we uplift in our Creative Writing for Social Change course. ✍️ Applications open now → l1nq.com/2fTvo #GazaVoices #WritingForChange #AmplifyVoices #CreativeWriting #WritersOfTheWorld

They play on rubble, not playgrounds. Their laughter echoes through ruins, not parks. In Gaza, childhood wears dust like a second skin— and still, they smile. gofund.me/0c41b460

At dusk, Gaza breathes in silence. Tents whisper stories the world won’t hear. A kite rises—fragile, defiant. Even under canvas skies, hope finds wind.

The shepherd walks ahead, not with pride but with exhaustion. Gaza’s soil is dry, the sheep are thin, the grass is gone. No one stops them—survival means moving. Even hope walks barefoot behind them, waiting for a field that remembers how to bloom. #Gaza #help #hope #animal

I'm Amal — a writer shaped by candlelight and conflict. From the heart of Gaza, I turn silence into stories and rubble into resistance. My words are stitched with hope — not just mine, but for all those whose voices were silenced. #HopeLives