Save my family 🇵🇸🍉🍉🇵🇸

My son, Khamis, 11 years old, is going through a very difficult health condition.

He is suffering from acute hepatitis and a dangerous rise in liver enzymes. His condition requires continuous medical follow-up, repeated laboratory tests, and urgent medication.

Every day he needs examinations and treatment, and the costs are far beyond our financial ability. I am appealing to kind-hearted people and anyone who can help us stand by our side during this hardship.

Any contribution, no matter how small, could make a difference in his treatment and help ease his pain 💔

Even sharing this post may help us reach someone who is able to support.

Thank you all for your kindness and compassion.

We start on October 7, 2023. It was a beautiful morning. I was preparing my children Khamis and Fatima to go to school and combing their hair, and Sarah to go to kindergarten, and Amir, who was not yet six months old at the time, was laughing and making beautiful sounds. Then we heard the sounds of missiles being launched everywhere. We were terrified. We hid and gathered around each other. We did not know what was going on in the outside world. Suddenly, they said the war had begun, and from here the tragedy began.

I will relive the memories with you, and how painful they will be. First of all, the connection and the internet were cut off. I live in a city far from my family. I did not know anything about them for two whole months. I do not know if they were alive or not. I lost sleep because of my anxiety about them. I used to hear the news that the situation was dangerous for them and the situation was dangerous for me. There was a curfew and movement between the governorates. Of course, because of the missiles that were being thrown at us from everywhere and the sounds of screaming and death surrounding us, we did not know sleep or rest. We narrowly escaped death every time. Sometimes we would wake up to a bright red light and stones falling on us, and then it was a missile falling on our neighbors’ house.

We would hear the sound of death from them and fear would creep into our hearts. In addition to the interruption of food and drink, my husband would go out in the middle of the night looking for bread and water, and we would wait for him while crying because we did not know if he would return or not. The matter did not stop there.

A new stage of displacement and forced migration from our homes began in our lives. The army began throwing paper leaflets at us to evacuate our area and move to other places that they called safe places only by name because the targeting and missiles were reaching us and we were We left it and went out without anything, just to save our lives.

We left our warm, safe home and started the journey of tents. The beginning of our displacement was in the winter. My children were suffering from the bitter cold, and their clothes were in the house and in the places we fled to. We spent a very difficult winter and the summer began while we were still in the tents.

Here was the second difficulty, as the tents were like a blazing oven that we could not enter during the day at all. We would sit in the street, and insects, diseases, and germs began to spread. Once, while we were escaping death and the shells were above us, my little boy Amir fell and suffered a fracture in his pelvis and underwent an operation to save his fracture. I was standing outside the operating room and crying intensely because a little boy of this age is suffering all this, he is only a year and a half old.

Also, because of the dust, pollution and dirt, my son Khamis’s adenoids swelled and he could not breathe and fatigue began to appear on him. Unfortunately, because we are sitting in tents and lack health care, I did not provide him with the spray he needed, so he also underwent surgery to remove his tonsils because they swelled in the winter due to the cold we were living in. The adenoids were also removed, but the doctors warned us against exposing him to any dust again, but what can we do?

Our atmosphere is polluted by the missiles. And here comes the second winter upon us and we are living the same suffering that we lived the first time. The days return to us and I fear that my children will live what they suffered the previous winter and be exposed to diseases again. If I wanted to tell you what happened to us during a year of suffering, a lifetime would not be enough for me, so I will suffice with a small part of our memories. Painful

I hope that you will be the reason for this year to change for us and that you will help us and bring my children from death to life

Every donation saves us, protects us and helps us provide basic needs now we need clothes, blankets, mattresses and a new tent I do not want to talk about food and drink we are satisfied now with what warms my children we do not know what to eat because of the high cost of everything they closed the crossings and the merchants took advantage of that and raised the prices a lot so we can no longer bring meat, poultry and basic food items

Donate to us what you can because every donation makes a big difference in our lives

I speak to you on behalf of humanity,🙏

My name is Tahrir from Gaza🍉, a mother of four children, we have been suffering from war for more than 350 days. We have been displaced more than ten times and every time we leave everything behind

Every day is hell for me and my family.

Winter is coming⛈️ and we are living in a tent⛺, it rained and our tents were flooded and we want to build new tents but they are expensive.

My little boy Khamis underwent surgery and needs health care

And my child Amir, during our displacement, fell and suffered a broken pelvis

All this while we live in cloth tents that do not protect us from anything

I hope you look at us with mercy and compassion.

Can you help me and donate to me via the gofundme link?

Save us and help my children from the cold of winter and the cruelty of war. Donate to us $20 or $30, as it makes a big difference to us.