Abedulla haj from Gaza🍉🍉🍉

🚨Urgent Appeal 🚨

I am Abdullah Al-Hajj, 25 years old. I graduated from high school with big dreams of earning a university degree, but life took a different turn. Due to the difficult circumstances we faced, I couldn’t pursue my academic aspirations. Instead, I joined my brother in the field of chemical manufacturing, and I quickly learned the craft. It became the primary source of income for our family. Through this work, I was able to get married and start building my own life.

But everything changed when the war broke out in Gaza. The relentless bombings destroyed not just our workplace, but also every hope and dream we had built. The factory that had provided for our family was reduced to rubble. I found myself struggling to provide for even the most basic necessities—food, water, and medical care for my pregnant wife, who is expecting our first child.

As the war intensified and the destruction spread to our neighborhood, we were forced to flee to a safer area. We found shelter in a makeshift tent, which barely protected us from the scorching summer heat or the bitter winter cold. Life in the tent has been harsh, and survival has become a daily struggle.

My younger brother, Bilal Al-Hajj, always had big dreams. From a young age, he aspired to become a professional football player. Recently, Bilal graduated from high school and enrolled in university, determined to balance his education with his passion for football. His dream was to play for one of the major football clubs, a goal he had worked tirelessly toward for years.

But the war shattered Bilal’s dreams as well. The harsh realities of our situation—the struggle for food, water, and basic medical care—have made it impossible for him to chase his passion. The war has not only destroyed homes and buildings but also ambitions, hopes, and the future we once envisioned.

🎯Campaign Goal:

Your donations can make a life-changing difference for my family. We need to evacuate my family of six from Gaza, and the cost of permits and coordination to leave is about $5,000 per person. Once we reach Egypt, your support will help secure shelter and cover initial living expenses as we adjust to a new life. The ongoing siege in Gaza has made survival increasingly difficult, with skyrocketing prices and severe shortages of food and water. Your generous contributions will help us meet immediate needs and begin rebuilding our lives. Please consider donating through the link below—your help can offer us a chance for safety, stability, and hope.

Donation Link: https://gofund.me/40968e1f

Your kindness can give my family a chance to escape the devastation, protect the next generation, and reignite hope for a peaceful and dignified life. 

Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times.

Warm regards, Abdullah Al-Hajj

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Drenched in Despair: The Suffering of Gaza's Displaced Families

Under the relentless downpour of a stormy Gaza night, hope for thousands of displaced families washed away. Huddled in fragile tents, these families—already stripped of homes and dignity by war—faced yet another cruel trial as rain mercilessly flooded their shelters. The ground, already weakened by overuse, turned into thick, unyielding mud, and the meager belongings of these families—blankets, clothing, and basic necessities—were soaked, rendered useless in the bitter cold.

Children stood helplessly in the waterlogged camps, their feet sinking into icy puddles, while their parents scrambled to salvage what little they had left. The rain seeped into every crevice, soaking not only their possessions but their spirits as well. For these families, the storm was not just a natural occurrence; it was another reminder of their seemingly unending struggle, a test of their resilience that they should not have to endure.

Winter, which often brings warmth and family gatherings to others, has only deepened the agony for these displaced souls. The rain did not merely wet their clothes—it robbed them of warmth, sleep, and the fragile comfort they clung to. Their makeshift shelters, once a thin barrier against the harsh realities of their plight, were no match for the storm. The little they had built with their bare hands was swept away, leaving behind nothing but despair.

The image of barefoot children shivering in soaked clothes, mothers shielding their infants from the rain with trembling hands, and fathers staring at the destruction with hollow eyes is one that cannot be ignored. It is a reality that demands action.

To anyone reading this: you have the power to change their story. Whether it is through a donation, spreading awareness, or any form of support, your kindness can bring light to their darkest days. Let us not allow them to be forgotten, drenched in despair and left to fend for themselves. Reach out, extend your hand, and be the hope that they so desperately need. Together, we can rebuild what the storm has taken and restore what war has shattered.

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