My name is Aboud, I'm a 23-year-old from Gaza 🇵🇸💔
I was born and raised under siege. I learned to fight for life, not with weapons, but with patience, hard work, and dignity.
Before the war, I worked hard to support my family. Life was difficult, but I had dreams. I believed in building a future, despite the hardships. But everything changed when the war broke out.
Our home was destroyed.
My loved ones—my family and friends—were captured, either buried under the rubble or killed in airstrikes.
I witnessed death, loss, and destruction that no human being should have to endure.
I, Aboud, stayed in northern Gaza as long as I could, enduring hunger, fear, and the constant bombardment. But in the end, I had no choice but to flee south with my family. We lived in tents, displaced time and time again, carrying nothing but our pain and our hope of one day returning.
When the ceasefire was announced, we thought we finally had a chance to start over. We returned to our neighborhood, only to discover it had been declared part of the expanded "yellow zone." The entire area was razed to the ground. Our dreams were shattered for the second time.
Now, we are displaced again. We live in a tent, with no shelter, no food, and no income. We have nothing left.
I launched this fundraising campaign late, not because our suffering has just begun, but because I tried for so long to cling to hope and face this situation without asking for help. But now, I have no choice.
I, Aboud, humbly ask for your help.
Any donation, no matter how small, can help me support my family and survive in these harsh conditions. Even just sharing this message might reach someone who can give.
Help us rebuild. Help us keep going. Thank you so much for reading and caring. From the bottom of my heart to yours, I pray that your kindness will illuminate our darkest days. 🕊️❤️