Support Needed: Evacuation and New Beginning After War Has Destr

In the span of 20 years, everything I worked hard to achieve has slipped away. Two homes lost, along with all the belongings that once held meaning—clothes, cherished memories, and a sense of stability.

Now, in the midst of despair, the search for life’s basic necessities has become a daily struggle. Hygiene supplies, food, and essential items seem increasingly out of reach, while safety feels like a distant dream. Family gatherings are rare, and the moments spent together are overshadowed by the uncertainty that looms over us.

Every day, my wife and I sit together, often in silence at first, then in discussion, searching for answers to the same troubling question: how can we help our children make up for not just last year’s lost education, but also this year’s as well? It’s a burden we feel deeply, knowing their future is slipping through our fingers like grains of sand. They’ve been robbed of their normalcy, forced to grow up in a world shadowed by conflict and uncertainty.

I don’t blame them for retreating into their imaginations, where fairy tales and fantastical worlds offer an escape from the grim reality around them. In fact, I support them wholeheartedly. Let them dream of magical places, far away from the sounds of bombs and the despair of displacement. Let them live in the world of stories, where they can be anything—brave knights, soaring dragons, or fearless adventurers—free from the weight of the war that continues to shape their childhood.

But time is ticking. Each day we lose to the chaos of war is a day we can never get back. It feels as though their lives are being placed in a suspended animation, much like the mythical genie who spent thousands of years locked away in a lantern, longing for freedom. Our children, too, are waiting—for the chance to reclaim their future, for the return of peace, for the moment when they can just be kids again.

We look to history, wondering where the leaders of today are, the ones who will stand up and say, "Enough." I think back to the 1990s, when Bosnia was ravaged by war—when entire families were torn apart, and villages were wiped from the map. The world watched in horror as genocide unfolded, yet from the ashes of that tragedy came hope. In 1995, U.S. President Bill Clinton helped broker the Dayton Agreement, which put an end to the Bosnian War, bringing peace to a land that had been soaked in blood. It wasn’t perfect, and it didn’t undo the horrors that had been committed, but it gave people a chance to rebuild. It offered them a path forward, a light at the end of a dark tunnel.

Where is that leader now? Where is the person who will rise up to bring an end to the violence we endure today? The war criminals who orchestrate this suffering are well-known, their crimes are not hidden. And while justice feels distant, I hold on to the hope that, one day, each and every one of them will face the reckoning they deserve. History has shown us that those who commit atrocities cannot run forever. From Nuremberg to The Hague, from Rwanda to Bosnia, justice, though slow, is relentless.

As we wait, we hold on to hope. We teach our children about the resilience of the human spirit, about the moments in history when, even in the face of unimaginable darkness, there were those who stood for justice, for peace, for the right to live without fear. We teach them that, though they may feel trapped now, their story is not over. Like the genie in the lantern, their freedom will come.

"Every day, my wife and I find ourselves debating how to help our children catch up on not just the last school year, but this one too. I can't blame them for creating their own worlds as an escape from the harsh realities around them. I support their need to expand their imaginations, to dream and immerse themselves in fairy tales, far from the displacement and war that overshadow their lives.

Time is ticking for them, like a genie trapped in a lantern for thousands of years, waiting for freedom. Is it too much to hope for a leader, a successor to someone like Bill Clinton, who once helped bring hope and peace to Bosnia in the midst of chaos?

The war criminals are known, and one day, justice will catch up with every one of them."

After over 330 days of suffering, we continue to pray to the Lord for safety and an end to this terrible war, hoping to escape without further loss. We've lost our health, education, and economic welfare systems. We're living below the bare minimum for a decent human life. The biggest question we ask ourselves is: what's next? How much longer will this nightmare last? Are we trapped in a Bermuda Triangle, forgotten by the world? We don’t need any party to decide our fate.

I wonder how long it will take for the world to recognize the SOS message from my family, who are desperately seeking a way to escape the horrors of war after losing both of our homes and every bit of our life savings beneath the rubble. We have not only lost our home but also the memories, the past, and the future it held. I hold onto the hope that there are still people out there who would be willing to help my family too. I wish that a simple family like ours would matter to the world, to the countries and governments that champion humanity and the principles of a free world. My final question is, will you help us flee from the war and grant my family visas to enter your country?

"In the movie On a Wing and a Prayer (2023), the family found the help they needed to escape death and reclaim their lives. Similarly, I am waiting for the assistance that will allow me to save my family from peril, secure my children's future, and rebuild a new home. I believe that there are good people out there who can help and support us in this critical time."

My family and I are trapped in the heart of the Gaza conflict, where we’ve lost everything—two homes and 20 years of hard work—reduced to rubble in just a few days. Now, we are living in a fragile tent with no food, clean water, or medical care, struggling to survive each day.

Our situation is dire, and the fear of the next airstrike never leaves us. My children sleep on the cold ground, their health worsening as we fight to meet even the most basic needs.

We are reaching out for help to start over. With no means to rebuild our lives on our own, we are asking for your support. Please consider donating to our GoFundMe campaign. Your generosity will provide us with the essentials we need—food, water, and shelter—and give us a chance to begin again in safety.

Thank you for your compassion and willingness to help us through this difficult time.