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I don't want to start talking about my tragedy, about the pain we face every split second
This photo is part of my family. It was taken at a friend's wedding. At that time, we were living in peace and security. I love that time when we were filled with happiness that filled my body. I truly wish that time would go back to embrace every person we lost and every friend we lost. I, my friends, am Mohammed, 24 years old. I was always responsible for my family. I was their companion, support, and refuge, until this second. In our most difficult times, I was everything to them. This was not easy for me because I made many sacrifices so that we could stay together. I will not tolerate for a moment that something happens to them. I will feel that my life will end. I will have let them down. I came to you to share my story and the story of every member of my family. We really need someone to support us at this time
Many talk about suffering. I always wondered, has talking about this suffering become suffering for you? Has aid become suffering for you? We really need this because we live it every second. We suffer. No one in Gaza is proud of what happens to them. We used to have a life full of happiness. It is difficult for me to talk about what we live in because it is truly a nightmare eating away at our bodies, not just today, but every second. We have been suffering for more than 18 months. This is a lifetime stolen from us. Every day we ask, “Until when?!”
At this moment, I have hope to leave Gaza City, despite my love for it. It was a homeland and a spirit that embraced us, but the occupation burned my entire city. Our lands were stolen. The decision to leave our homeland is not an easy matter, but protecting my family is more important than anything else. Therefore, today I am waiting for your help, not only for me, but for my family.
Hello guys, I am Mohammed from Gaza City, I call on all the people of the world t… Marcus Redd needs your support for Mohammed's Family Need
To see destruction as a picture is destructive in every picture Dreams and work that lasted for years A house is not just a stone It is a house that was built with the effort of years Filled with memories Filled with warmth and security Imagine losing everything in less than a second Everything was stolen Forgive me my country because I stood before the world to ask you to leave But now I am helpless in the face of what is happening I hope that my story will reach and be written down to be transmitted🤍











