💢An urgent appeal from the heart of Gaza, a cry of pain that the world does not hear...💢
My name is Khalil. I write to you, bleeding from the pain of a land besieged by hunger and fear.
The situation in Gaza is unbearable. The war is no longer just shelling and explosions; it has turned into a real (hunger) war.
No food, no water, no medicine... famine is silently ravaging us.
Yesterday, my need to feed my family and my younger siblings, who go to bed without food every day, drove me north, toward the crossing, where trucks loaded with flour entered. I was dreaming of just one bag of flour to feed my younger siblings. But instead of flour, I found shells raining down on us.
More than 40 people were martyred in front of me in an instant, and I was just meters away.
I was shot in the leg, and I fell among the dead. I don't know how I survived... I only know that I am no longer able to walk for long, let alone feed my family.
We are in a real hell. My family, my younger siblings, and my ailing father are going to bed without food. Our mothers are crying in grief, and we are unable to even secure a loaf of bread.
(Please, from a broken heart, help us buy a bag of flour.)
Your donation today could save a soul from starvation.
Hello, my name is Khalil, I'm 19 years old, from Gaza.
We aren't asking for much... just a little mercy. I beg you. We need a bag of flour. Please help me and provide flour for my family.🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
