omar almasri

I am Omar from Gaza. I have a family, and I have a family of 8 individuals. I live inside a tent. My family is not enough. I have two young children who need milk and diapers. Help me donate to me and publish my campaign chuffed.org/project/131686…

"The sound of gunfire has become closer to us than the sound of our children's laughter." Imagine starting your morning with the sound of a bullet... No alarm, no reassurance, no peace... Just bullets echoing in every corner. We no longer tremble... Instead, we count our steps…

My child is decomposing while he's still alive... Bumps burst, skin peels, blood contaminated with deadly bacteria. The wound smells like death. They said, "Blood bacteria." But they didn't say the real reason is: Deprivation of the most basic human rights. No diapers. No soap.…

My child died waiting for a meal! Not because of the bombing... but because he hadn't eaten for 4 days. I screamed a lot... but no one heard. I wrote a lot... but no one helped. Does the world still consider us human? Or has the death of our children become ordinary news?!…

My child died waiting for a meal! Not because of the bombing... but because he hadn't eaten for 4 days. I screamed a lot... but no one heard. I wrote a lot... but no one helped. Does the world still consider us human? Or has the death of our children become ordinary news?!…

My child died waiting for a meal! Not because of the bombing... but because he hadn't eaten for 4 days. I screamed a lot... but no one heard. I wrote a lot... but no one helped. Does the world still consider us human? Or has the death of our children become ordinary news?!…

My baby is crying from hunger... I cry because I have nothing! The second day without food... We are 8 souls dying silently. All roads are blocked... and all doors are closed. No money, no food, no hearts feel. What should I do? My family and I die to publish? We only want…

The second day without food... We are a family of 8, and we only have water to drink. My child sleeps from hunger, my wife shudders from exhaustion, and me... My body is collapsing in front of them, and I have nothing. No medicine, no food, no voice to hear our screams. Even the…

My child is suffocating from hunger in my arms... and the world is browsing quietly! He will die... not from the bombing or the shrapnel, but from a bottle of milk that did not arrive, from a diaper he could not find, from a heart that did not move! I write it now while it is in…

We fled from death... so it chased us to school. We are in a war... we are displaced... and we are not okay. The school where we took refuge after fleeing our homes under bombardment was targeted... We thought it was a safe haven, but it turned into a mass grave. Martyrs fell,…

"Every night, my baby sleeps with a wet diaper and no milk. Is there anyone who can hear his cries? My baby cries in pain and hunger, and his diapers are soaked with tears that won't dry! In this cruel world, all I can do is ask for help... A single diaper is no longer…

We don't live here ...This is where we survive. Please share this post 🙏💔chuffed.org/project/131686…

My baby girl fell asleep crying... not from sickness, but from hunger. I'm not asking for money or pity... But if you can't help, please share this post. Maybe it will reach someone whose heart is awake. I'm between life and death, and a "share from you" could be a lifeline.…

Talk about us... We don't ask for the impossible, we just want our children to live one day without bombing, without hunger, without crying. Talk about the homes that have become graves, about mothers who sleep next to their children's photos, about fathers who do not have the…

> "My child died of hunger... and I was just asking for a bag of flour!" No medicine, no milk, no bread... Every day I write a post begging the world: "Help me, my child is in pain." And every day that passes, I see him wither away before my eyes... Do you know what it feels…

"My child is dying before my eyes, and I am unable to feed him!" Every day that passes, I see the look of hunger in his eyes, breaking my heart. Every time I search for a morsel of food to sustain him and get through the day. I don't cry from pain; I cry because no one hears my…

My son will die waiting for a donation that has not arrived. Yes... he died on my stomach, hungry, trembling, without milk or medicine. I wrote dozens of posts, begging the world, I created the GoFundMe link... But everyone watched, passed, and didn't extend their hand. Do you…

🥹My wife is slowly dying... and the world watches silently. Her body is melting before my eyes every day. I hear her moaning more than I hear my own... And the doctors say, "There is treatment, but it's not free." Yesterday, she held my hand and said, "Don't cry if I leave...…

My cousins were killed in the bombing today. I pray for mercy for them. My heart is full of sadness.😭

We are not okay. Talking about "patience" no longer satisfies hunger, and words can no longer fill empty stomachs. Flour—the simple lifeline—has disappeared once again. It has become a distant, white dream, its price unaffordable for the hungry and deprived. The bombing leaves…

No matter how strong you are, no matter how unshakable you pretend to be, you can be defeated in an instant When you see your children's tears falling, When their little bodies tremble with fear, When you hear the sound of bullets piercing the walls of the school where they have…