Hello, I am Hassan , I live in Gaza with my family of 15 people. We have been suffering for 300 days and it is likely to increase. We have been displaced since the beginning of the war about 6 times from north to south a
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Hello, I am Hassan , I live in Gaza with my family of 15 people. We have been suffering for 300 days and it is likely to increase. We have been displaced since the beginning of the war about 6 times from north to south and vice versa. and from here to there ,there was no safe place for us to take shelter in. We have been living in tents for a long time, going from frigid cold to scorching heat. Once the sun sets, we remain in complete darkness due to the power outage in the entire Gaza Strip. We are starving so we eat anything can fill our stomach even animals’ food , we don’t even have handful of drinkable water .We were displaced from the bombing, genocide, fear, poverty, hunger, cold, heat and our unknown fate ,Losing our houses, our jobs ,and our dreams.
This is Misk, she was born in the war and suffered during her birth due to the lack of health care. She was separated from her mother for 10 days due to the health conditions of both of them. She is a baby in the cradle and we cannot bring her milk to satisfy her hunger.
This is Lulu, a beautiful girl was living the life of a normal child before the war, playing , running here and there, and eating the sweets and biscuits but now we can't even give her clean water to drink, We cannot provide her with treatment for the dermatological diseases she suffers from due to her exposure to the sun and insects.
This is Aboud, a 4-year-old boy who was about to start school and instead he found himself in a tent, sleeping on the ground without a blanket, staring at the sky, seeing his childhood end before it even began ,He suffers from contagious dermatological diseases that make him unable to tolerate anything touching his skin. Like all children in Gaza Strip, we cannot provide him with treatment that will end his suffering.
This is my 60 years old uncle,Wagdy ,who has had successive heart attacks since the beginning of the war, which ended with him having heart surgery. With the lack of medicine, health care, and unfit food, his health condition is deteriorating.
This is Wafaa, my uncle's wife who suffered during giving birth to her daughter, Misk, and spent about 10 days in intensive care due to her poor health and psychological condition, leaving her three children. And she still suffers from psychological effects.
This is my cousin Firas, who spent his life abroad, who gathered all his savings and came to Gaza two months before the war to live and settle in his homeland. He put all his savings into the sports club he established. He applied to master’s degree and got married, but things did not go as planned. His sports club was bombed, the university he was studying at was destroyed, and he lost contact with his wife, who was detained in the north. He remained in the south, unable to see her because of the Netzarim axis where the occupation forces are based, and he cannot even communicate with her by phone.
This is Hussein, the eldest brother, married to Nevin. He is 30 years old. He studied a Bachelor's degree in hospital management. He worked as an employee and owner of his own business. Currently, he lives in a tent with his wife. He has nothing left to him: his house, his private business, and his 9 months baby who died at the beginning of the war due to the frigid cold. We are waiting for a new baby now and trying to protect him and keep him safe in the unsafe place.
She is the only girl among her siblings, she is 28 years old. She specialized in obstetrics and gynecology, and she did not work because of her sick mother who is going through difficult circumstances that you cannot imagine, What distracted her from her problems, her mother's illness, and the great responsibility that fell on her shoulders was her white beautiful cat, which even she was killed in the war.
I am Hassan, I will tell the story, and I am charged with carrying out donations. I am 27 years old and have a bachelor in journalism and public relations. I was a person who loved to work and create projects. Some projects succeeded and some failed. I'm creative in managing chicken meat farm. In my past, I faced many problems, such as burning the chicken farm and causing a huge loss of money. Although I did not feel despair, I loaned money to achieve my dreams, build a beautiful house and a new chicken farm, but war came and there was nothing left. I saw my dreams under the rubble.
His name is Nashat. He is 25 years old and suffers from a chronic disease, diabetes. He is currently living in unimaginable living conditions due to the lack of treatment and medication. He is studying a bachelor’s degree in computer information systems. He only has one year to finish his studying, and he still had dreams of completing his educational career abroad and becoming an engineer. He now works as a peddler to get 1.5 dollars a day or less.
This is my brother Muhammad. He is 24 years old. He studied accounting and used to work as a fisherman like my father in his private fishing boat, But the occupation destroyed father's boat which he loves it so much. Not only that, but my brother was injured while running after one of the aid items that were dropped on us from the sky. The occupation army shot him and injured his foot, while his only concern was to bring us food.
His name is Bahaa, and he is 20 years old. He lost his dream before it started. He is studying bachelor’s degree in information and communications technology, and he only studied the first year at university. But the war came and life stopped, and he became homeless, wandering around for shelter, collecting firewood for my family and fetching water. The meaning of his name is handsome, the handsome who lost his eye in a previous war and still suffering from pain in it until now. The difference with this situation is that we cannot provide him with treatment.
His name is Abdullah, and he is 15 years old. Because of the high prices, the price of sugar kilo is $ 50 bought him so do not die and his happiness was not described after buying sugar and he is a student at school. He suffers from lack of treatment and malnutrition. He would have lost his life more than once and lost his dreams in life
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Your support means more than words can express, and I am truly grateful for any assistance you can provide. Together, we can turn this tragedy into an opportunity for a fresh start. Thank you foreconsidering donating and making a positive impact on my journey to rebuild. Your kindness makes the world different.
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Hello, I am Hassan , I live in Gaza with my family of 15 people. We have been suffering for 300 days and it is likely to increase. We have been displaced since the beginning of the war about 6 times from north to south and vice versa. and from here to there ,there was no safe place for us to take shelter in. We have been living in tents for a long time, going from frigid cold to scorching heat. Once the sun sets, we remain in complete darkness due to the power outage in the entire Gaza Strip. We are starving so we eat anything can fill our stomach even animals’ food , we don’t even have handful of drinkable water .We were displaced from the bombing, genocide, fear, poverty, hunger, cold, heat and our unknown fate ,Losing our houses, our jobs ,and our dreams.
This is Misk, she was born in the war and suffered during her birth due to the lack of health care. She was separated from her mother for 10 days due to the health conditions of both of them. She is a baby in the cradle and we cannot bring her milk to satisfy her hunger.
This is Lulu, a beautiful girl was living the life of a normal child before the war, playing , running here and there, and eating the sweets and biscuits but now we can't even give her clean water to drink, We cannot provide her with treatment for the dermatological diseases she suffers from due to her exposure to the sun and insects.
This is Aboud, a 4-year-old boy who was about to start school and instead he found himself in a tent, sleeping on the ground without a blanket, staring at the sky, seeing his childhood end before it even began ,He suffers from contagious dermatological diseases that make him unable to tolerate anything touching his skin. Like all children in Gaza Strip, we cannot provide him with treatment that will end his suffering.
This is my 60 years old uncle,Wagdy ,who has had successive heart attacks since the beginning of the war, which ended with him having heart surgery. With the lack of medicine, health care, and unfit food, his health condition is deteriorating.
This is Wafaa, my uncle's wife who suffered during giving birth to her daughter, Misk, and spent about 10 days in intensive care due to her poor health and psychological condition, leaving her three children. And she still suffers from psychological effects.
This is my cousin Firas, who spent his life abroad, who gathered all his savings and came to Gaza two months before the war to live and settle in his homeland. He put all his savings into the sports club he established. He applied to master’s degree and got married, but things did not go as planned. His sports club was bombed, the university he was studying at was destroyed, and he lost contact with his wife, who was detained in the north. He remained in the south, unable to see her because of the Netzarim axis where the occupation forces are based, and he cannot even communicate with her by phone.
This is Hussein, the eldest brother, married to Nevin. He is 30 years old. He studied a Bachelor's degree in hospital management. He worked as an employee and owner of his own business. Currently, he lives in a tent with his wife. He has nothing left to him: his house, his private business, and his 9 months baby who died at the beginning of the war due to the frigid cold. We are waiting for a new baby now and trying to protect him and keep him safe in the unsafe place.
She is the only girl among her siblings, she is 28 years old. She specialized in obstetrics and gynecology, and she did not work because of her sick mother who is going through difficult circumstances that you cannot imagine, What distracted her from her problems, her mother's illness, and the great responsibility that fell on her shoulders was her white beautiful cat, which even she was killed in the war.
I am Hassan, I will tell the story, and I am charged with carrying out donations. I am 27 years old and have a bachelor in journalism and public relations. I was a person who loved to work and create projects. Some projects succeeded and some failed. I'm creative in managing chicken meat farm. In my past, I faced many problems, such as burning the chicken farm and causing a huge loss of money. Although I did not feel despair, I loaned money to achieve my dreams, build a beautiful house and a new chicken farm, but war came and there was nothing left. I saw my dreams under the rubble.
His name is Nashat. He is 25 years old and suffers from a chronic disease, diabetes. He is currently living in unimaginable living conditions due to the lack of treatment and medication. He is studying a bachelor’s degree in computer information systems. He only has one year to finish his studying, and he still had dreams of completing his educational career abroad and becoming an engineer. He now works as a peddler to get 1.5 dollars a day or less.
This is my brother Muhammad. He is 24 years old. He studied accounting and used to work as a fisherman like my father in his private fishing boat, But the occupation destroyed father's boat which he loves it so much. Not only that, but my brother was injured while running after one of the aid items that were dropped on us from the sky. The occupation army shot him and injured his foot, while his only concern was to bring us food.
His name is Bahaa, and he is 20 years old. He lost his dream before it started. He is studying bachelor’s degree in information and communications technology, and he only studied the first year at university. But the war came and life stopped, and he became homeless, wandering around for shelter, collecting firewood for my family and fetching water. The meaning of his name is handsome, the handsome who lost his eye in a previous war and still suffering from pain in it until now. The difference with this situation is that we cannot provide him with treatment.
His name is Abdullah, and he is 15 years old. Because of the high prices, the price of sugar kilo is $ 50 bought him so do not die and his happiness was not described after buying sugar and he is a student at school. He suffers from lack of treatment and malnutrition. He would have lost his life more than once and lost his dreams in life
Social Media
Facebook
TikTok
Twitter
Instagram
Snapchat
Nextdoor
linkedin
Your support means more than words can express, and I am truly grateful for any assistance you can provide. Together, we can turn this tragedy into an opportunity for a fresh start. Thank you foreconsidering donating and making a positive impact on my journey to rebuild. Your kindness makes the world different.
thank you very much
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Aug 08