r/Gazasupport

Hello everyone,
My name is Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer. I am 24 years old, from Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip. I am writing to you today not just to share numbers, but to share the reality of my family and a dream of education that I am fighting with all my strength to keep alive.
Before October 7th, I was a young man full of ambition and big dreams. I was studying Computer Systems Engineering at the prestigious Al-Azhar University. I worked tirelessly on myself until I successfully secured a contract as a developer with a company in Saudi Arabia. I felt I was finally on the right path to build my future and support my family as the eldest son.
In an instant, everything disappeared. The war completely destroyed my contract and my job. Today, I still have my laptop—it is the only piece of my dreams left with me—but I stand helpless against a bitter reality: there is no electricity or internet to run it. To study, research, or connect to the world, I have to go to local coffee shops that provide these services, which is incredibly expensive under our current circumstances. Even more difficult is that I want, with all my heart, to return to university and finish my degree, but I need to pay the accumulated tuition fees to make that happen. I want to study, and I want to get back to my education. Life can be so cruel when it deprives you of your most basic rights.
Today, I also find myself unable to provide for my family of six. My mother (52 years old) is a hardworking woman who sacrificed everything to raise engineers, and I am the eldest. Now, she is battling two chronic illnesses—asthma and high blood pressure—and we struggle daily to find her medication. My father (58 years old) is no longer able to work; his health has severely deteriorated after facing constant displacement and fear.
I see the dreams of my younger siblings fading away before my eyes every day:
* My brother Moataz (19 years old): His simple dream was to study nursing so he could help me support our family. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to register for his classes yet because we cannot afford the university tuition fees.
* My sister May (16 years old): The sweetheart of our home. She works hard helping my mother with the exhausting daily chores while trying to study, holding onto her dream of becoming a doctor.
* My youngest brother Mohanad (15 years old): This war has completely drained him. He has lost all passion for life, and we are doing everything we can to provide him with psychological support to help him heal from the trauma.
We are currently living in extremely harsh conditions. Our home was partially destroyed, and we have no stable source of food, clean water, income, or medication. Every day is a battle against hunger, cold, and fear.
I have launched this fundraising campaign as our only lifeline. It is meant to help me pay my university tuition and cover the internet and electricity costs so I can finally return to my studies. It will also secure my mother’s essential medical treatment, provide basic food and shelter for my family, and help repair what we can of our damaged home so we can live with a bare minimum of human dignity.
Any donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference, save our lives, and put me back on my educational path. If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing our story—it might just reach someone who can help.
Please, do not leave us alone in this darkness. Your support is the hope we are holding onto.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙏
Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer

📍Donate: https://chuffed.org/project/179321

Hello everyone,
My name is Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer. I am 24 years old, from Khan Younis in the Gaza Strip. I am writing to you today not just to share numbers, but to share the reality of my family and a dream of education that I am fighting with all my strength to keep alive.
Before October 7th, I was a young man full of ambition and big dreams. I was studying Computer Systems Engineering at the prestigious Al-Azhar University. I worked tirelessly on myself until I successfully secured a contract as a developer with a company in Saudi Arabia. I felt I was finally on the right path to build my future and support my family as the eldest son.
In an instant, everything disappeared. The war completely destroyed my contract and my job. Today, I still have my laptop—it is the only piece of my dreams left with me—but I stand helpless against a bitter reality: there is no electricity or internet to run it. To study, research, or connect to the world, I have to go to local coffee shops that provide these services, which is incredibly expensive under our current circumstances. Even more difficult is that I want, with all my heart, to return to university and finish my degree, but I need to pay the accumulated tuition fees to make that happen. I want to study, and I want to get back to my education. Life can be so cruel when it deprives you of your most basic rights.
Today, I also find myself unable to provide for my family of six. My mother (52 years old) is a hardworking woman who sacrificed everything to raise engineers, and I am the eldest. Now, she is battling two chronic illnesses—asthma and high blood pressure—and we struggle daily to find her medication. My father (58 years old) is no longer able to work; his health has severely deteriorated after facing constant displacement and fear.
I see the dreams of my younger siblings fading away before my eyes every day:
* My brother Moataz (19 years old): His simple dream was to study nursing so he could help me support our family. Unfortunately, he hasn't been able to register for his classes yet because we cannot afford the university tuition fees.
* My sister May (16 years old): The sweetheart of our home. She works hard helping my mother with the exhausting daily chores while trying to study, holding onto her dream of becoming a doctor.
* My youngest brother Mohanad (15 years old): This war has completely drained him. He has lost all passion for life, and we are doing everything we can to provide him with psychological support to help him heal from the trauma.
We are currently living in extremely harsh conditions. Our home was partially destroyed, and we have no stable source of food, clean water, income, or medication. Every day is a battle against hunger, cold, and fear.
I have launched this fundraising campaign as our only lifeline. It is meant to help me pay my university tuition and cover the internet and electricity costs so I can finally return to my studies. It will also secure my mother’s essential medical treatment, provide basic food and shelter for my family, and help repair what we can of our damaged home so we can live with a bare minimum of human dignity.
Any donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference, save our lives, and put me back on my educational path. If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing our story—it might just reach someone who can help.
Please, do not leave us alone in this darkness. Your support is the hope we are holding onto.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙏
Moumen Mohamed Abu Nimer

I am a mother from Gaza, 43 years old, carrying a heart full of pain that words can hardly describe. Every single day, I live holding onto a small hope that this suffering will one day end. I have four children. Before the war, we lived a simple but peaceful life filled with warmth, safety, and love. Our home was not luxurious, but it was full of laughter, comfort, and beautiful memories. My children were very ambitious and full of dreams. Each of them had hopes for a bright future, and despite the simplicity of our life, we were happy and grateful because we had peace. Then the war came… and with it came destruction that took everything from us. In one moment, our entire life changed. Our home, the place that carried all our memories and dreams, was destroyed. Schools and universities stopped, education disappeared, and years of hard work and hope were suddenly lost. We were forced to flee again and again from one place to another, carrying our fear, our children, and the little that remained of our broken lives. We experienced hunger in the cruelest way. We learned what it means for children to wait for hours just to get a piece of bread or clean water. We lived through nights of bombing, terror, and sleepless fear, never knowing if we would survive until morning. I saw fear in my children’s eyes every single day, and I tried to appear strong for them while my heart was breaking silently inside. We lost our home, our work, our stability, and the life we once knew. I became unable to provide even the most basic necessities for my children — food, clean water, clothes, and medicine. The most painful feeling for me as a mother is not being able to protect my children or give them the life they deserve. That is why, with deep hesitation and heartbreak, I created a support link asking for help. I never imagined I would one day need to ask others for assistance, but the circumstances forced us into survival mode. Every single dollar donated is withdrawn immediately to provide food, water, and basic needs so my children and I can survive another day. For two long years, I have been asking for help and knocking on every door I can, carrying both shame and desperation in my heart. But I do this only for my children — so they do not sleep hungry, and so they can still hold onto hope that life may become kinder one day. From the bottom of my heart, I am deeply grateful to every person who supported us, whether through a donation, sharing our story, or even a kind word and prayer. You cannot imagine how much your support means to us or how much strength it gives us to keep going despite everything. To everyone reading my story, I ask you kindly not to scroll past our pain. We are not asking for luxury or comfort — we are simply trying to survive, to live with dignity, safety, and peace like every other human being. After God, you are our only hope. 🤍https://gofund.me/5c236f4d

I am Mohammed from Gaza. My grandfather used to tell me the details of the Nakba — the displacement, the killings, the destruction of homes, and the seizure of their land. And now, in 2026, we are witnessing the same brutality, the same cruelty, and the same thirst for killing. We have been suffering from an ongoing genocide since 2023. I lost my home and my family’s home, and many members of my family were killed for no reason other than that they loved their land and remained steadfast on it.

I truly need your support in these circumstances. I have not found anyone to stand by me or support me during this hardship.

I wake up every day in Northern Gaza, surrounded by ruins and a crushing sense of despair. It feels like my future is slipping away, and I am powerless to stop it. The war took everything, but it couldn't take my dream. I am a Computer Systems Engineering graduate with a chance to pursue my Master’s and rebuild my life. However, I am stuck because of accumulated university fees that I cannot afford to pay.

I just received my first donations, and for the first time in months, I feel a spark of hope. Please, don’t let me be just another story you scroll past. Help me finish my degree and reclaim my future. 🇵🇸🎓

My Story & Campaign: https://gofund.me/6e2a7176c

My name is Bassam, and I'm a software engineering graduate from northern Gaza. Today, I felt a mix of joy and sadness. I learned that 60 students from my country were able to leave Gaza to pursue their university studies. I was overjoyed for them, but I also felt bitter that I wasn't among them.

I launched my fundraising campaign a month ago, and so far, no one has donated. This makes me feel like I'm facing this challenge alone, and my hope is fading.

Today, I'm appealing to you all to stand with a son of Gaza in his educational journey.

I only need 1,500 Jordanian dinars (approximately $2,115 USD) to get my university degree, which is the first step towards building my future.

I am attaching a certificate from my university that proves the accuracy of my statement.

Believe me, if everyone who sees this post donates just $5, it will help me immensely.

You are my last hope. If you can't support me financially, please at least share my post so my voice reaches those who can help.

Thank you for everything.

http://gofund.me/01a742d5a

Meet Andira Ghandi — the educator leading the North Gaza micro-school project.

For more than 30 years, she worked as a school principal and dedicated her life to education and children in her community.

Her original kindergarten and school were destroyed, but she refused to give up on her mission. Today, she is helping rebuild a safe learning space for children in North Gaza — restoring classrooms, repairing old furniture, and creating daily structure for students again.

This project is not led by large institutions.
It is being rebuilt by local people who continue to believe that children deserve education, safety, and hope. 🇵🇸

I really, really need people to step up. Donations for Siraj, as for almost everyone else, are frustratingly and worryingly slow. Contribute what you can through the QR Code (or the link below), and share this widely, so that as many people as possible see it. Don't let my dear brother down, I beg you.

https://gofund.me/20ab6def9

Hi, I’m Bassam from Gaza, a 24-year-old Computer Systems Engineer.

Life here has been extremely difficult, but I’m trying to rebuild my future step by step.

I’m currently working to continue my university degree, which is still on hold, and I’m also trying to build a small app idea that could help create job opportunities and solve everyday problems in Gaza.

I’m sharing my story here just to be heard.

If anyone wants to learn more or support me,

my link: https://gofund.me/01a742d5a

Thank you for reading.

https://chuffed.org/project/146142-help-ashrafs-family-survive-a-genocide?fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAaf7AV8d7kNpVp0pFmDeJ-CMpvM37vGeTz0J_qGuunDcKfJ2S56a-yU4FM00og_aem_qFQroWEue7hF6uwtU4jZqA