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Hello dear .. Please do not ignore our suffering
My name is Salman Helles from the afflicted and massively destroyed Gaza Strip..
My family consists of many children, women and elderly people and we are suffering from horrific tragic conditions .. Our house was bombed in the northern Gaza Strip and we were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip to Deir al-Balah and the family was scattered in tents and shelters in Deir al-Balah .. The conditions are extremely tragic where children suffer from the spread of diseases among them and the elderly and women in my family suffer from miserable conditions ..
There is no water, food or electricity in the Gaza Strip and the treatment is getting worse day after day ..
For more than 330 days we have been oppressed and wronged in the Gaza Strip and we are exposed to violent barbaric bombing ..
We would never ask for help and donations but the miserable conditions in the Gaza Strip forced us to do so ..
I appeal to the owners of human consciences and free people in this world to provide us with help ..
Your help, no matter how small, means a lot to us because it contributes to saving us and alleviating our suffering ..
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War is not just bombing and destruction; it devours our lives, strips us of safety, and takes away all our dreams. My name is Hani, a 26-year-old from Gaza. Despite all the destruction and loss, I still hold on to hope because it is the last thing I have. This is my story and the story of my family, torn apart by war but united by love and resilience. π±
Before the War: A Simple Life and Deferred Dreams
Before the war turned our lives into a nightmare, I was striving to achieve my dreams in social work after completing my university studies. I dreamed of contributing to improving people's lives in my community and serving the most vulnerable groups, but the lack of job opportunities in Gaza prevented me from realizing this dream. I had to work as a taxi driver π to support my large family. It wasnβt what I had planned, but it was the only way to provide for them.
We lived a in a small house in northern Gaza, trying to cope with daily difficulties, but we were together, and that was enough for us.
Then came the war, and it took everything. It turned our lives upside down, and my dreams became like scattered debris. π
The War: When Dreams Turned to Ruin
In one moment, we lost everything. Our home was destroyed, and the car that was my livelihood was also wrecked. We fled to the south to escape the bombings, and a tattered tent became our shelter. We now live in a camp where the heat is unbearable , and diseases surround us from all sides. My children and younger siblings live in constant fear π, deprived of education and safety. Their childhood was stolen from them, and their daily struggle is to find simple moments of joy in the midst of this destruction. π
Despite all this suffering, hope still shines in our hearts. We believe that with your solidarity, we can rebuild our lives. π
Despite the distance, we received unexpected support from friends who didnβt know us personally but felt our suffering. One sent us food aid π, and another sent messages of support through social media. These messages and donations renewed hope in our hearts and made us believe that the world has not forgotten our humanity. π
Even the support from the local community, though modest, gave us the strength to continue resisting. Some neighbors gave us what they could, offering food and medicine. That assistance was a silent message that solidarity between us can triumph over the horrors of war. ποΈ
Hope is what keeps us alive in the hardest moments. One night, I received a message from my brother Salem, who lives in a camp in Greece. He said to me, "One day we will gather in a safe place, and we will live in peace." His words were a ray of light illuminating the dark nights. π
My Family: Resilience in the Face of the Impossible
My Father Yasser (55 years old): He was the pillar of the family, but chronic illnesses have made him unable to work. His health deteriorates day by day, but having him with us is a blessing we cling to. π
My Mother Manal (50 years old): She suffers from diabetes and high blood pressure. Despite needing constant care, her strong will is our source of strength. πͺ
My Brother Salem (27 years old): He studied electrical engineering, but had to work as a laborer in a plumbing tools factory. He suffered a severe foot injury, leading to a 70% disability. He decided to leave Gaza in search of treatment and work, and now lives in a camp in Greece. π
My Sister Safaa (23 years old): She is the daily support of the family, working hard to provide food and water for us. π§π₯
Ibrahim (15 years old): A young boy with a big heart, trying to smile despite all the tough circumstances. π
Nasser (7 years old), Baraβa (5 years old), and Adam (3 years old): These children have never known a true childhood, but they try to find simple moments of joy amidst the destruction. Every day they lose a part of their innocence due to the constant fear of bombings and disease. π’
Each day in the camp presents a new challenge. We live in a small, dilapidated tent, and suffer from a lack of clean water π§ and food. Medicines are expensive, and food is scarce. My children can't go to school due to a lack of resources π, which increases our psychological suffering. Despite all of this, we try to maintain our spirit and resilience, believing that change is possible with your support. π±
1. Secure permanent shelter for the family: Build a stable tent to protect my family from the harsh conditions. π‘
2. Provide medical treatment for my mother and father: Fund treatment to alleviate their suffering. π
3. : .Return our children to education: Provide basic educational supplies for the children. π
4. Sustainable food support: Provide food for our family on an ongoing basis. π
5. Move the to a safe place: Secure the necessary resources to relocate to a place far from conflict. π€οΈ
6. Rebuild our professional lives: Start small projects to ensure financial independence. π οΈ
7. Protect the children from diseases: Secure medical tools and cleaning supplies to protect our children from illness. π§Ό
Urgent Appeal
This is not just a story about a family suffering under the rubble; it is a cry of hope and resilience in the face of the impossible. My family desperately needs your support. War has destroyed us, but we have not lost faith in the possibility of rebuilding our lives. We ask you to stand by us in this difficult time, so together we can provide shelter π , treatment π, education π, and food π for our children.
Every contribution no matter how small, brings us one step closer to a better life, free from fear and destruction. π
Help us today to protect our future and build a tomorrow full of hope. π
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Dear humanity, my supportive friendsπ
Hello, I am Sama from Gaza, from a family of 8, I am 15 years old, I help my older sister Asmaa(@asmaayyad) to ease the burden on her in collecting donations so that she can get us out of Gaza , I was studying middle school and my educational career stopped completely here in Gaza, our life stopped completely ππ
We left our house one day during the days of the war under heavy bombardment to the south of the Strip and we did not return to it again, our house and our memories were destroyed.. Goodbye to the streets where I grew up and the corners where I took refuge π
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