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‏Message to the world on the occasion of International Human Rights Day ‏United world under the banner of humanity, ‏I brought you from the center of Gaza, from a land that suffers from the pain of siege and the pain of war, where man stands inscared in the face of injustice and destruction, fighting for his most basic rights. ‏On the anniversary of the International Day of Human Rights, the day when everyone gathers to renew the Covenant with dignity, justice and equality, we ask: Where are we, the people of Gaza, from these principles that the world is rich in? ‏Gaza today is bleeding under the weight of war and siege, its children are deprived of their most basic rights, and its women and elderly suffer from the loss of security and a decent life. Supposedly indivisible human rights have become a distant dream for us. ‏We in Gaza do not ask for the impossible, but we demand our rights guaranteed by international laws: the right to life, the right to security, and the right to live in dignity. We demand that the world be seen as part of the humanity he speaks of, not just numbers in news reports or passing headlines. ‏Our message today to all living hearts, to every human conscience: extend a helping hand to the people of Gaza, be our support in the face of injustice and siege. Support us with humanitarian aid, with word, and with situations that stop the bleeding of this land. ‏On this day when the world is reminded of human rights, we hope that Gaza will be at the top of the list of priorities, and that your actions will be a practical response to lifting injustice and restoring life to its people. ‏Finally, don't forget us for your support and thank you very much for listening

𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲. “The relationship between us and Queen Elizabeth was a little bit difficult because she believed that every one of us was either a terrorist or a son of a terrorist. She refused to accept any Israeli official into [Buckingham] Palace, apart from international occasions." - Times of Israel SHE KNEW. 🇵🇸 🇱🇧 🕊️

One day, where the sea kisses the horizon with hope, my mornings once began with a crisp black suit and a heart full of passion. I was a lawyer, carrying case files in my hands and the dreams of those who trusted me to fight for their justice. My small office was my window to the world, cluttered with papers, the scent of ink, and the quiet satisfaction of victories won, no matter how fragile they seemed. Within those walls, my dedication thrived — a pursuit of fairness in a world that often denied it. But here , life doesn't offer a warning before it erupts in flames. War broke out, and suddenly the sky was ablaze with missiles and the air filled with the deafening hum of drones. In a heartbeat, amidst a distant scream and the roar of destruction, my office crumbled into ash. My home — that cherished sanctuary where I imagined my family growing in peace — was reduced to a memory buried beneath the rubble. I found myself living in a tent. A thin sheet of fabric standing helpless against the biting cold of winter and the searing heat of summer. The wind tugged at its fragile corners as if mocking our struggle. Torrential rains turned the ground beneath us to pools of mud, soaking our meager refuge. There, in the midst of dampness and despair, I searched for a dry spot where my children could rest their small, weary bodies. Water was scarce. Food even scarcer. We shared each bite as though performing a sacred ritual — proof that we were still alive. The hollow eyes of my children hurt me more than the cold. Their faces were pale, their gazes filled with questions I couldn’t answer. The price of fruits and vegetables had soared beyond reach. Hunger turned what once was simple — an orange, a tomato — into a distant fantasy. G.a.z.a's citrus, once a symbol of life, now seemed to mock us with its unattainable promise. Malnutrition gnawed at my children’s bodies, stealing their energy and stunting their growth. They grew up with fragile bones and weary limbs. How could I explain to them that the fruits of our land, the abundance that was once ours, were now out of reach? But still, I resist. Each day, I wake up and gather the remnants of my determination. Though I lost my home and my office, I haven’t lost my voice. I will continue to fight for justice, for my children’s right to a better future, for the hope that one day Gaz.a will be restored — maybe even reborn. In every thread of ash, there is a longing. A longing to rebuild, to heal, to live. Brick by brick, dream by dream, we will rise again. by Mohammed.A S. from Gaza

HAPPY HOLIDAYS 🎄🎁 If you can please support a family this season. 🙏 🇵🇸 🇱🇧 🕊️

"In the ruins of Gaza where dreams are shattered daily lives a young man with an unbreakable spirit." Mohammad Daban is a medical student determined to bring hope to others despite his own bleak circumstances. Mohammad desperately wants to become a doctor and help heal others around him who have only known pain and death. It has been our great honor meeting this brave resilient young man. We want to be the light that keeps shining over him even as all the other lights around him have dimmed. Please help provide a light for Mohammed and the many families in Gaza surrounded only by death and darkness. Link in comments. 🙏 credit: Ali Zaidi for narration. 🇵🇸 🇱🇧 🕊️

I get asked how the campaigns on helpfundgaza are verified. I also get asked how I know the money gets to them and if it’s a Holocaust how can they even receive money? 😞 I never get asked how I know if the person fundraising is still alive. Yes the campaigns on helpfundgaza are verified. We have a slack community and we communicate with every family regularly and support their fundraising efforts. They are all very desperate and in dire need. We take calls with families, sometimes with a translator present. It's a miracle we can communicate with them. Yes they get the money. I know they get money because I send them money and they get it. They send me pictures of whatever basics they are able to purchase with much effort and exorbitant costs. They can’t get what they need so they settle for whatever is available. It’s a miracle we can send them money. Sometimes I don’t know if they are still alive. People I have been communicating with for weeks don’t reply to my messages for days. I reach out to the beneficiaries of the campaign to find out if they have been in touch. This is an ongoing effort and my biggest concern. It's a miracle they are still alive. Please support a family to survive. 🙏 🇵🇸 🇱🇧 🕊️

FROM G.A.Z.A 🍉: Today's update We woke up in the morning looking for flour and after a lot of effort we got it and prepared bread. Then we started looking for a morsel of food to strengthen us and support the bodies of our children. Our only concern became getting samples of food to satisfy our children's hunger, so that we could continue washing our clothes, washing the dishes and continuing the rest of the day with a thin body, a pale face and a frightened, broken psyche Thank you to everyone who reads and responds to this message. Your prayers and help mean a lot to us. Donation link in the comments🙏

All profits from the sales of the quality items go directly to Gazans. I have purchased several for my family members. They are beautiful and they help make me feel like I am part of the solution--a small part, but one that is growing with each day as I examine my beliefs.

🎄 The new 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗚𝗮𝘇𝗮 Holiday T-Shirt is here! Designed by the very talented Adham Elijla amidst a genocide. This is the woman’s t-shirt. Birdies on each arm. 100% of proceeds go directly to verified Gazans who are raising money to survive this Holocaust. Get yours by Christmas. 💚 🇵🇸 🇱🇧 🕊️