Rashed Abu hashem

My name is Rashed Mohammad Abu Hashem. I am 30 years old, from Rafah, Gaza. Today, I am asking you to please take a moment to read my story. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance to survive. On May 18, 2024, my family home in Rafah was bombed. I lost two of my brothers in that attack, and our home, memories, and everything we had built over the years were destroyed. My family lost its bookstore too, which was my elderly father’s livelihood and life’s work. Today, my family of 10 is struggling to survive. We have spent years living in tents, facing extreme heat in the summer and freezing conditions in the winter. Our tent is worn out, and with winter approaching, we urgently need a safer place to stay. My father is elderly. My mother and three sisters depend on our support. My eldest sister is studying nursing, and the costs of her education are difficult to manage. My wife is also a nursing student, close to graduating, and she is pregnant with our baby boy, whom we plan to name Elias. She is struggling with malnutrition because food, vegetables, and meat have become extremely difficult to afford in Gaza. I have no stable source of income. Every day is a struggle to find food, clean drinking water, and basic necessities for my family. I lost two brothers. I lost my home. But I have not lost hope. I am asking you from the bottom of my heart: please donate whatever you can. Even a small contribution can help us buy food, clean water, repair our shelter, and prepare for the arrival of our baby. If you cannot donate, please repost, quote-post, and share our fundraiser. Your voice can reach someone who may be able to help. Please don’t let our story disappear. Help me protect my family and give baby Elias a chance at a better future. ❤️ Donate here: gofund.me/1706f8a0f Thank you for standing with my family. 🇵🇸

Don’t stop saying: “Fuck Israel.”

Keep scrolling. BREAKING: Palestinian child dies from cold in makeshift tent in Khan Younis, Nasser hospital says

My friends, every day, be grateful for your bed, your home, your job, and the life you sometimes complain about. People in Gaza once had all these things too. They had homes to return to, beds to sleep in, jobs to go to, and ordinary lives. Like everyone else, they sometimes complained about their circumstances. But when they lost everything, they realized the true value of those simple blessings. Never take your ordinary life for granted. What you complain about today may be someone else’s greatest wish tomorrow. ❤️

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🇵🇸 Palestinian Ministry of Health – Gaza 🇵🇸 Press statement *Targeting the surgery building at Nasser Medical Complex is a crime that affects patients and health staff* The Palestinian Ministry of Health condemns the targeting of the surgery building at the Nasser Medical Complex in the hours after midnight, which resulted in the rise of 6 martyrs from health staff, patients and companions, including Dr. Rizk Abu Shaira, in addition to the injury of a large number of them. Targeting a medical facility that includes patients receiving treatment and teams performing their humanitarian and professional duty represents a serious attack on the health system and a flagrant violation of international laws and conventions that ensure the protection of medical facilities, employees and patients. The ministry confirms that the continued targeting of hospitals and their medical facilities exacerbates the suffering of the sick and wounded, and threatens what remains of the ability of the health sector to provide its services, in light of the catastrophic conditions in the Gaza Strip. The Ministry of Health calls on the international community, UN and human rights institutions to intervene urgently, provide protection for hospitals, medical staff and patients, and work to stop these attacks and hold those responsible accountable. Ministry of Health 12 November 2026

You're a war criminal.

🚨 BREAKING: Intensive Israeli military aircraft activity reported across the skies over the entire Gaza Strip.

This is a photograph of the missile that failed to detonate during the midnight bombardment of Nasser Medical Complex. It is further evidence that the occupation struck the hospital with more than one missile. How much longer, world? How long will this genocide continue? Even hospitals are no longer safe. Where are people supposed to go when even places meant to save lives are being bombed? If hospitals are not safe, where is humanity supposed to find refuge?

The Israeli forces bombed Nasser Medical Complex. I have told you time and time again: We are living through a Holocaust in Gaza. This is extermination in every sense of the word. An entire population is being subjected to unimaginable suffering while the world watches. How much more must we endure before the world finally wakes up?

I never imagined I would have to ask strangers around the world for help just to keep my family alive. I lost my home and two beloved brothers in Gaza. Today, my family and I are still living in a tent, struggling every day to survive. I’m asking you to stand with us, break the world’s silence, and refuse to let our suffering be forgotten. Please support my fundraiser, share my story, and help my voice reach every corner of the world. Every donation matters. Every repost matters. Every voice matters. Together, we can make a difference. Please don’t let my family face this struggle alone. ❤️ gofund.me/1706f8a0f

Dear world, Every day, people in Gaza start queuing for bread at 3 AM and wait until 8 AM, hoping to get just one bag of bread to feed their families. Imagine waking up before dawn, standing in the cold and exhaustion, just to bring home a little bread for your children. This is the daily struggle for survival in Gaza. How much longer must people endure this?

Israel is still bombing Gaza, and WESTERN MEDIA IS SILENT ABOUT IT! DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT GAZA!

You must put an end to this nonsense. For three years, the people of Gaza have repeatedly asked you to change the contents of your food parcels, yet you continue distributing the same boxes filled with nothing but lentils and beans. This is unacceptable. If each food parcel costs $200, why not give that money directly to families so they can buy fresh meat, vegetables, and other essential food items according to their needs? People in Gaza deserve dignity, choice, and proper food, not the same repetitive food boxes year after year. This organization needs to be held accountable for its approach and the way it spends humanitarian funds.

I beg the world never to forget what happened to my family. The day Israel carried out a massacre against my family, my brothers Hamza and Al-Hussein were killed. The rest of us survived by what can only be described as a miracle. Today, I am crying out to you from inside Gaza. I am a survivor of genocide, a man who lost his brothers, his home, and the life he once knew. Please, my friends, do not let our voices disappear into silence. Keep speaking about us. Keep sharing our stories. Keep reminding the world that behind every headline are human beings, families, and lives that will never be the same. I survived, but a part of my heart died with my brothers. Please, do not let the world forget us.

This is Gaza before and after Israel unleashed its destruction upon it. These Google Earth screenshots reveal the unimaginable scale of devastation. They didn’t just destroy buildings. They erased entire neighborhoods, shattered families, buried memories, and wiped out places where generations once lived. Our family home was among those destroyed. A home filled with memories, love, and years of our lives. Today, it exists only in our memories. They didn’t just destroy our homes. They tried to erase our history, our identity, and our existence. They literally erased Gaza from the map. And the world must never forget.

They killed my siblings and destroyed our home is that enough?

A few months ago, during the famine in Gaza, I was so desperately hungry that I ate flour mixed with sand, stained with the blood of a young man who had been shot by Israeli occupation forces and later died. There were days when I went to sleep with an empty stomach. My own family began arguing and fighting with one another because hunger had pushed us all to our breaking point. We were not ourselves anymore. We were simply trying to survive. Imagine being so hungry that you have no choice but to eat flour mixed with sand and another person’s blood. This is what we endured in Gaza. This is what happened to us while the world watched in silence. I will never forget those days, and I will never forget that the world knew.