Before October 7, I was living in my house in the city of Rafah in Palestine, the Gaza Strip. I worked in trade and in buying and selling construction tools, and I had my own store from which I made a living for me and my family, which consists of my beloved wife, Heba, and six daughters.
My eldest daughter, Farah, is thirteen years old.
God blessed me with the most beautiful gift: Janna, Sama, and Jasmine, twins of heart and soul, at the age of eleven years.
Finally, Noha, the two-year-old, and my closest child to my heart, is two years old and she the soul of my soul.
With the beginning of the war and in the third week of its beginning, I lost my home and my job, and we began the journey of escaping from the genocide to which our people were subjected over the course of ten months. We were displaced and moved from tent to tent and to shelter centers for more than seven times within different cities and neighborhoods in the Gaza Strip. During our escape, we lost relatives and friends. They were killed by the indiscriminate bombing we were subjected to.
All the money I saved before the war has expired, and my family and I are suffering from a lack of food. We have lost a lot of weight, and we cannot find any money to help us facilitate our daily lives.
Today, I extend my hand asking for your help in providing the minimum requirements of life, such as food, clothing, and shelter, so that I and my family can continue and survive.
Don't be stingy with us and help us.