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Read our story and support us here: goget.fund/3ZHHG3C Find all our social media accounts and campaign verification (Butterfly Project ID 1184) here: 👇🏻 linktr.ee/FarahSocialMedia Watch our videos on Tumblr: tumblr.com/farrrahh
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Someone claims that what we’re going through is a lie and calls Gaza’s genocide a joke. His words enraged me, so I recorded a video of the post. Since Bluesky deactivates our accounts, I kept it to repost whenever I make a new one.

Verified Campaign 🤍 We are Farah & Mohanad, a young couple from Gaza. The war took our home & livelihood 💔, but we hold onto hope. Your support means everything Verified by Butterfly Project No. 1184 linktr.ee/FarahSocialM... Donate goget.fund/3ZHHG3C Videos are on my Tumblr: tumblr.com/farrrahh

The videos from the posts are available on my Tumblr account. www.tumblr.com/farrrahh?sou...

Behind us lies the ruins of our apartment, the home we never got to live in. It was meant to be our safe haven, filled with dreams and memories yet to come. But war took it away before we ever had the chance to make it ours. 💔

My husband Mohanad went to our workplace after the army withdrew from the area. This place was once a part of our lives, and today it has become a painful memory of the past.

Behind every ruined building lies a story of loss, resilience, and the determination to move forward.

On 28-11-2024, our home was shelled again, turning into rubble. Amidst endless challenges, the dream of safety fades. We need your support to rebuild and survive.

My husband's family’s rented home. On November 3, 2024, shrapnel from an explosion struck near our apartment, reducing our safe haven to rubble. We barely survived and were forced to flee once again, leaving everything behind. Please help us rebuild

When we got engaged, Mohanad bought an apartment in installments for our future together. We carefully chose every detail, excited for the life ahead. Then, war struck, destroying the entire building. Our home was gone before we could live in it, along with our dreams.