It gets a little serious

My house was destroyed at the beginning of the war. We live in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood in eastern Gaza 🏚️. I lost my job, and I was injured during the war and am still suffering 💥🤕… Now I'm fighting just to keep my family alive.

I'm responsible for a very large family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦:

👴 My father is elderly and needs care.

👶 My young children are innocent.

🧠 My brother has a mental disability, can't work, and has children of his own.

🤰 My wife is pregnant and needs care amidst a complete lack of basic necessities. She needs so much, the simplest of which is clothing.

👧👧 My children are Salwa and Massa. My little Massa was born during the height of the war. We were living in my sister's house when my wife went into labor. We were trapped and couldn't leave the house because of the intense shelling all around us. Miraculously, by the grace of God, my wife gave birth to Massa at home.

When we finally managed to leave a week later, the occupation forces demolished my sister's house.

Now we live in tents inside Gaza, destitute. The tents offer no protection from the heat or the winter. In the winter, we suffered greatly, and in the summer, the children developed skin diseases from the extreme heat.

There is no income… no work… and prices are sky-high. 🔥

We are living through harsh days, caught between hunger and fear. We have nothing but hope in God and in your hearts. 🙏 I never imagined I would have to ask for help, but today… I sincerely reach out to you:

Please extend a helping hand 🙏 Any amount, even a small one, can provide food, medicine, and warm clothes for my children.

💔 We truly need any help, even the smallest… It could mean a meal, medicine, or even just hope for life.

🤍 Don't leave us alone… Your support is our lifeline.

🙏 Please, from a broken heart… Any help, even a small one, could make a huge difference in our lives and help us to keep going and survive.

May God reward you all. Your support will be a light in our lives 🤍

These are my children. One of them was born during the war inside our home because we couldn’t go to the hospital due to the intensity of the war we were living through at that time. Until now, the suffering continues, with shortages of food, medicine, and clothing. I ask you for your prayers and support.

Please share far and wide. We have no one else to turn to.

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- someone who will tell you when they won’t be responding for a while

- someone who will let you know how they feel from the beginning

- someone who you can sit in comfortable silence with

- someone who will make time for you

- someone who isn’t attracted to anyone else when they’re with you

- someone who does little acts of service for you without being asked to

- someone who will resolve issues with you, fighting for you and not against you

- someone who will stick up for you whether you’re in the room or not

- someone who looks at you like you’re their whole world

- plus so much more

they’re supportive, if a bit confused by the whole concept, and sometimes when i’m complaining about something they tell me to make a saw trap about it

cons of my parents knowing about this blog:

White nurses can and do treat nonwhite patients as lesser & don't listen to them sometimes resulting in their very worsening of symptoms or death. Psychiatric nurses are very often abusive to psychiatric patients. My own aunt (retired registered nurse) who is supposed to be taking care of Me is borderline neglecting Me.