āMy little girl, when you asked me, āWhy arenāt you with us, Daddy?ā it felt like my heart cracked open. The truth is, I havenāt been away from you for even a moment in my heart.
I live with half a soul since Iāve been away ā the other half is with youā¦ in your laughter, your little steps, in every moment you miss me.
Sometimes life pulls us apart, not because we want it, but because weāre trying to build something better ā for those we love most. Iām not truly gone, my love. Iām only fighting through time and distance to give you a future full of safety, peace, and joy.
Every night, I look to the sky and whisper your name in my prayers. I picture you growing, smiling, becoming everything Iāve dreamed for you.
Forgive the distance, and know that my heart is always with you ā always.ā
āLook at her innocenceā¦ how beautiful and smart she is. This is my daughter Ayla.ā
Ayla is my firstborn, my little companion, my love. Sheās five years old now ā full of life, curious, and incredibly bright.
When I left Gaza in search of a better future for her, she was just three. I remember that day so clearly. She was asleep, like an angel. I couldnāt wake her. I kissed her gently, over and over, trying not to cry. I walked away with my suitcase in hand and tears in my eyes, carrying a heart full of hope and heartbreak.
I made it to Greece, secured legal documents, and applied to reunite with my family. But then, the war in Gaza erupted ā and everything changed. Now I live split in half: my body is here, but my heart is still there, with them.
I tried to return to be with them, to share their fear and protect them, but every way back was closed.
Now, Iām trying to get them out of Gaza ā to bring them to safety. But the costs are beyond what I can bear alone. Thatās why Iāve started a fundraising campaign, to ask for your help in reuniting us.
If you canāt donate, please share my campaign. Every action counts.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
āLook at her innocenceā¦ how beautiful and smart she is. This is my daughter Ayla.ā
Ayla is my firstborn, my little companion, my love. Sheās five years old now ā full of life, curious, and incredibly bright.
When I left Gaza in search of a better future for her, she was just three. I remember that day so clearly. She was asleep, like an angel. I couldnāt wake her. I kissed her gently, over and over, trying not to cry. I walked away with my suitcase in hand and tears in my eyes, carrying a heart full of hope and heartbreak.
I made it to Greece, secured legal documents, and applied to reunite with my family. But then, the war in Gaza erupted ā and everything changed. Now I live split in half: my body is here, but my heart is still there, with them.
I tried to return to be with them, to share their fear and protect them, but every way back was closed.
Now, Iām trying to get them out of Gaza ā to bring them to safety. But the costs are beyond what I can bear alone. Thatās why Iāve started a fundraising campaign, to ask for your help in reuniting us.
If you canāt donate, please share my campaign. Every action counts.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Help Mohammed Dahalan reach their goal by donating or sharing with your friends.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
I never dreamed of palaces, nor did I crave immense wealth. I only wanted a dignified life for my children, and honor for my wife who stood by me through every hardship. I wanted a warm home where the electricity wouldnāt cut off every night, and a dinner table where I didnāt have to apologize for the lack of bread.
When I decided to leave, it wasnāt an easy choice. I didnāt just leave behind a house ā I left my whole heart there. I said goodbye to my wife at the door, her eyes filled with fear she couldnāt hide, and I said goodbye to my children who couldnāt yet understand what it means for a father to be gone for long.
I crossed the seaā¦ not knowing whether it would carry me to a new life or to eternal absence. I faced danger, hunger, and loneliness. I slept on sidewalks more than once, the cold of exile gnawing at my bones ā but I never wavered.
I worked in everythingā¦ construction, cleaning, dishwashing. Every bit of exhaustion was eased by a single thought: that my children might now be eating well, that my wife didnāt have to sell anything from the house, that our dignity remained untouched, even in my absence.
I used to think that being away was the hardest thing a man like me could endure. But I didnāt know what was coming would be even harsher.
Just as I began to build a stable life abroad, just as I started to gather what I could to send to my children, to promise them a new home to replace the humble one I left behind ā the war broke out.
Gaza was on fireā¦ and pain crept into my soul through every news flash, every dropped call, every image rising from under the rubble. It wasnāt just fear ā it was paralysisā¦ and I was far away.
We lost our home.
The work of my lifetime was burned away, and the roof that once sheltered us collapsed. All that remained of the place I promised them weād return to was debris.
And we lost my wifeās fatherā¦
The man who held the family together with his presence was gone ā taken suddenly in the silence of war. I couldnāt even say goodbye. I couldnāt hold my wifeās hand while she wept. I grieved twice ā once for him, and once for my helplessness.
Then the crossings were closed.
The roads between me and my loved ones were severed. I could no longer send anything, nor properly check on them, nor even returnā¦ I became a prisoner of exile, and they of the siege. Neither of us could reach the other.
I swear Iāve never been more afraid than when the news stopped coming. I would sit in the dark, holding my phone like I was holding my own heart in my hands, begging to hear my wifeās voice, a small laugh from my children ā any sign that said: āWe are still hereā¦ and still okay.ā
And through it all, I never lost faith in God, nor hope that the days will return ā as they were, or as I dream them to be
Put yourself in my place as a father who has lived through two types of torments.. The first is the torment of emigrating to search for a decent life for his family, and the second is the torment of having my wife and daughters trapped in the Gaza Strip under bombardment, hunger, fear, and all kinds of genocide.
Iāve made the difficult decision to launch a fundraising campaign to help evacuate my family from Gaza as soon as possible. I simply cannot afford the high costs of getting them out on my own. This decision hasnāt been easy, but it comes from a deep sense of responsibility and immense love for my family, especially in light of the dire humanitarian conditions they are enduring.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
I never dreamed of palaces, nor did I crave immense wealth. I only wanted a dignified life for my children, and honor for my wife who stood by me through every hardship. I wanted a warm home where the electricity wouldnāt cut off every night, and a dinner table where I didnāt have to apologize for the lack of bread.
When I decided to leave, it wasnāt an easy choice. I didnāt just leave behind a house ā I left my whole heart there. I said goodbye to my wife at the door, her eyes filled with fear she couldnāt hide, and I said goodbye to my children who couldnāt yet understand what it means for a father to be gone for long.
I crossed the seaā¦ not knowing whether it would carry me to a new life or to eternal absence. I faced danger, hunger, and loneliness. I slept on sidewalks more than once, the cold of exile gnawing at my bones ā but I never wavered.
I worked in everythingā¦ construction, cleaning, dishwashing. Every bit of exhaustion was eased by a single thought: that my children might now be eating well, that my wife didnāt have to sell anything from the house, that our dignity remained untouched, even in my absence.
I used to think that being away was the hardest thing a man like me could endure. But I didnāt know what was coming would be even harsher.
Just as I began to build a stable life abroad, just as I started to gather what I could to send to my children, to promise them a new home to replace the humble one I left behind ā the war broke out.
Gaza was on fireā¦ and pain crept into my soul through every news flash, every dropped call, every image rising from under the rubble. It wasnāt just fear ā it was paralysisā¦ and I was far away.
We lost our home.
The work of my lifetime was burned away, and the roof that once sheltered us collapsed. All that remained of the place I promised them weād return to was debris.
And we lost my wifeās fatherā¦
The man who held the family together with his presence was gone ā taken suddenly in the silence of war. I couldnāt even say goodbye. I couldnāt hold my wifeās hand while she wept. I grieved twice ā once for him, and once for my helplessness.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
Then the crossings were closed.
The roads between me and my loved ones were severed. I could no longer send anything, nor properly check on them, nor even returnā¦ I became a prisoner of exile, and they of the siege. Neither of us could reach the other.
I swear Iāve never been more afraid than when the news stopped coming. I would sit in the dark, holding my phone like I was holding my own heart in my hands, begging to hear my wifeās voice, a small laugh from my children ā any sign that said: āWe are still hereā¦ and still okay.ā
And through it all, I never lost faith in God, nor hope that the days will return ā as they were, or as I dream them to be
Put yourself in my place as a father who has lived through two types of torments.. The first is the torment of emigrating to search for a decent life for his family, and the second is the torment of having my wife and daughters trapped in the Gaza Strip under bombardment, hunger, fear, and all kinds of genocide.
Iāve made the difficult decision to launch a fundraising campaign to help evacuate my family from Gaza as soon as possible. I simply cannot afford the high costs of getting them out on my own. This decision hasnāt been easy, but it comes from a deep sense of responsibility and immense love for my family, especially in light of the dire humanitarian conditions they are enduring.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
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Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
I never dreamed of palaces, nor did I crave immense wealth. I only wanted a dignified life for my children, and honor for my wife who stood by me through every hardship. I wanted a warm home where the electricity wouldnāt cut off every night, and a dinner table where I didnāt have to apologize for the lack of bread.
When I decided to leave, it wasnāt an easy choice. I didnāt just leave behind a house ā I left my whole heart there. I said goodbye to my wife at the door, her eyes filled with fear she couldnāt hide, and I said goodbye to my children who couldnāt yet understand what it means for a father to be gone for long.
I crossed the seaā¦ not knowing whether it would carry me to a new life or to eternal absence. I faced danger, hunger, and loneliness. I slept on sidewalks more than once, the cold of exile gnawing at my bones ā but I never wavered.
I worked in everythingā¦ construction, cleaning, dishwashing. Every bit of exhaustion was eased by a single thought: that my children might now be eating well, that my wife didnāt have to sell anything from the house, that our dignity remained untouched, even in my absence.
I used to think that being away was the hardest thing a man like me could endure. But I didnāt know what was coming would be even harsher.
Just as I began to build a stable life abroad, just as I started to gather what I could to send to my children, to promise them a new home to replace the humble one I left behind ā the war broke out.
Gaza was on fireā¦ and pain crept into my soul through every news flash, every dropped call, every image rising from under the rubble. It wasnāt just fear ā it was paralysisā¦ and I was far away.
We lost our home.
The work of my lifetime was burned away, and the roof that once sheltered us collapsed. All that remained of the place I promised them weād return to was debris.
And we lost my wifeās fatherā¦
The man who held the family together with his presence was gone ā taken suddenly in the silence of war. I couldnāt even say goodbye. I couldnāt hold my wifeās hand while she wept. I grieved twice ā once for him, and once for my helplessness.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
Then the crossings were closed.
The roads between me and my loved ones were severed. I could no longer send anything, nor properly check on them, nor even returnā¦ I became a prisoner of exile, and they of the siege. Neither of us could reach the other.
I swear Iāve never been more afraid than when the news stopped coming. I would sit in the dark, holding my phone like I was holding my own heart in my hands, begging to hear my wifeās voice, a small laugh from my children ā any sign that said: āWe are still hereā¦ and still okay.ā
And through it all, I never lost faith in God, nor hope that the days will return ā as they were, or as I dream them to be
Put yourself in my place as a father who has lived through two types of torments.. The first is the torment of emigrating to search for a decent life for his family, and the second is the torment of having my wife and daughters trapped in the Gaza Strip under bombardment, hunger, fear, and all kinds of genocide.
Iāve made the difficult decision to launch a fundraising campaign to help evacuate my family from Gaza as soon as possible. I simply cannot afford the high costs of getting them out on my own. This decision hasnāt been easy, but it comes from a deep sense of responsibility and immense love for my family, especially in light of the dire humanitarian conditions they are enduring.
Title: Help Me Reunite My Family and Save My Daughters from War
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