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Before the war, we lived a simple and happy life in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our home wasn't big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and warmth. We had a small garden where we planted vegetables, and a rooftop where we would sit on warm evenings, drinking tea and laughing as a family.

Our kids went to school every day dreaming of their future. We worked hard, had our family routines, dinners, birthdays, and laughter. Life wasn't perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.

The Day Everything Changed

The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to the Rimal neighborhood, hoping to be safer.

That's where we heard the news that shattered us: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.

The Ongoing Struggle

Since then, we have been constantly on the move. From Rimal to Al-Zawada, then to Rafah. We have been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us. We sleep on floors, and sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, and no toilets. We wait for hours just to get a piece of bread.

We lost our jobs, our income, our safety, and our dignity. We live in constant fear of the next bomb, the next loss. We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.

As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed

Why We Are Asking for Help

We are the Anas family—like many families in Gaza—ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.

It's hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.

How You Can Help

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we can sleep under a real roof again, buy medicine, food, or clean water. It could help us bring back a little dignity to our lives.

We started a GoFundMe campaign to help us rebuild what the war destroyed. Every dollar makes a big difference.

* Our Goal: $40,000 USD

* Amount Raised So Far: [Enter the current, accurate amount here, for example: $21,777 USD]

We have collected $21,777raised of $40,000 !🇵🇸

You can donate through the official link:

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Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!

If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.

This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we're still living through it.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

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I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

Emergency status!

4900$ from 20,000$ just since October 2024 !🤯🤕

Our campaign is very stagnant and moves very slowly, the donations we receive very few. 🥺💔

▪︎Our campaign has been achieved since October 2024 only 4,900$ from $ 20,000$

▪︎We still have %75 to close our desired campaign

Ask for the humility of your contribution to fill this gap to get close to living a better life 🥺🥺💔

My family and I am frustrated, broken, unaware, and osteo, and we feel very disappointed.

We destroyed our house and we lost people close to our lives, and my father lost his work because of the war and we find it difficult to find the livelihood of our day and became coexisting with the lack of water, food and high prices very difficult.

We want to reform what the occupation destroyed and retrieve what we lost from our lives previously. Or finding a possible opportunity to leave the country and gold for a more stable and safe place

We can make all this possible with your help, standing beside, supporting and supporting our campaign, by donating us or spreading it widely to live my family a better life 🙏🏻

Together you can give us hope to get close to living a better life. 🥺🥺❤

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I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Mohamad has endured immense loss and is now burdened with debt while trying to protect his sister and her five children. He desperately needs our help to secure their safety and give them a fresh start.

We’ve reached 19% of our goal (€3,715/€20,000), but there’s still a long way to go. Every euro makes a difference. Every share spreads hope.

This isn’t about names, backgrounds, or beliefs. It’s about humanity.

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