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In the blink of an eye, the life we knew disappeared.

My name is Mohamed, and I’m writing this with a heart full of sorrow—but also a quiet flame of hope. Our family home, a place that held generations of memories, was reduced to rubble in an instant. The rooms that once echoed with laughter, the walls that witnessed our stories, and the garden where we dreamed of better days—all of it is gone.

And yet, we are still here.

Still standing. Still believing. Still dreaming.

Before the war, our home wasn’t just a structure—it was everything. It was the heartbeat of our family. We shared countless dinners around a modest table, whispered goodnight to one another across quiet rooms, and celebrated the small joys that made life meaningful. It was a place of love, of safety, of tradition.

Losing it has left a deep wound in our lives. But what we haven’t lost is our will to rebuild.

We are determined not to let destruction be the end of our story. We want to rebuild our home not just with bricks and wood, but with faith, with dignity, and with your support.

I know there are countless stories in the world that deserve to be heard, and I humbly ask that you take a moment to hear ours. We are turning to this community, to the kindness of strangers, because we believe in the power of people coming together to lift one another out of despair.

Your support—whether it’s a donation, a share, or even just a moment of your time—can help lay the first stone of our new beginning.

💛 Every dollar brings us one step closer to safety. 🧱 Every share gives our story a voice. 🌱 Every gesture, no matter how small, is a reminder that compassion can grow even in the harshest soil.

We are not asking for charity. We are asking for a chance. A chance to rebuild our lives, to give our children a roof under which they can dream again, and to find peace after so much pain.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #609 ) ✅️

Please, if you feel moved by our story, consider helping us build something new from what’s been lost. Your kindness will be felt not just in concrete and wood—but in every smile, every warm night, and every future moment of joy that your support helps make possible.

From the deepest part of my heart—thank you. For your time, your love, and your belief in us. We will never forget it.

I hope you do not ignore my message, as I wrote it with all my feelings💔🙏

I wish you a happy start to the new year🤍

I feel extremely sad and sad that we will start a new year under this injustice, oppression, and psychological and physical torture.

I cannot describe the amount of distress I feel when I see my two daughters shivering from the extreme cold under the rain in a modest tent that does not protect from the cold or rain.

However, I still have some hope that these circumstances will pass with God’s help and then your help by donating to me and my family and praying for us to survive.

I ask and hope that you will help me by donating even a small amount of money at the beginning of the new year ❤️‍🩹🙏

You can donate to my campaign via the link:

My name is Mosab, and I’m writing this with honesty and humility.

I live in Gaza, where war has taken nearly everything from me — my home, my safety, and 25 members of my family, including my beloved mother, siblings, and their children. I’ve been displaced multiple times. Every day here is a struggle to survive.

In the face of this, I turned to the internet — not because I wanted to beg, but because I truly had no other way.

🧭 What Happened

A few months ago, a friend helped me create a GoFundMe campaign: 🔗 https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-saving-whos-left-of-my-family

Unfortunately, I could not continue working with the person who set it up. As a result, it was closed — and I had to start over again, this time on Chuffed, where I could manage everything myself.

I am the same person behind both campaigns — same story, same face, same truth. I only changed platforms to regain control and transparency.

💔 Why I Created Multiple Campaigns

I didn’t just make one campaign. I also helped create campaigns for my loved ones:

My wife Nadin, who’s caring for our 11-month-old daughter in these terrible conditions

My brother Abedmajed, and his wife Saja

My nephew Naser lost his mother (my sister) and his sister in a missile strike that hit our family home. That same strike also killed:

My mother

My other sister

My older brother, his wife and their daughters - all gone

My uncle, his wife, their sons, and grandchildren — all erased as well

That home was the heart of our family. And in one moment, it was gone — along with so many people I loved.

Naser, still a teenager, now takes care of his three younger brothers alone. His life — like mine — was shattered in an instant.

We are all in Gaza. We are all real. And we are all trying to rise, together.

⚠️ My Mistake

At the beginning, I made a big mistake.

I was so desperate to get our stories seen that I created multiple Tumblr accounts to send messages and reach more people. I didn’t understand that this would upset users or lead to the campaigns being flagged as spam.

I see now how that felt for others. And I am deeply sorry.

I never meant to deceive or annoy anyone. I was simply trying to survive — and to help my family survive. But I know now that good intentions don’t excuse bad methods.

🔁 What I’m Doing Now

I’ve spoken directly with Chuffed.

I’ve closed all old campaigns.

I’m keeping this account — @mosabsdr — moving forward.

I will be creating new, respectful, honest campaigns for myself and my loved ones.

I will reach out to GazaVetters again to explain and hopefully clear any misunderstandings.

🌱 Moving Forward

From this point on, everything I share will come from the heart — no pressure, no spamming, no noise. Just our truth, told with honesty and dignity.

If you’ve followed me, donated, or shared anything in the past: thank you from the bottom of my heart.

If you were hurt or bothered by how I reached out before — I truly understand. I hope you can see that I’m learning, and trying to do better.

This war has destroyed so much — but we are still here, and we are still rising.

If you wish to stay with us on this journey, I welcome you with deep gratitude. If not, I still thank you for reading and giving me your time.