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I am Hamza from Gaza, a husband and father of four children. Before the war, I worked and provided for my family, and we lived a simple but
I am Hamza from Gaza, a husband and father of four children. Before the war, I worked and provided for my family, and we lived a simple but stable life. Since the war began, everything has changed. We were displaced many times, and our home was eventually completely destroyed, leaving us without shelter or stability.
During this period, I was seriously injured in my hand while trying to obtain food for my children, which left me unable to work and in need of surgery I cannot afford. My young daughter Amira was also injured and urgently needs medical treatment. We have lost relatives, our home, and all our belongings, and we are now living in a tent under very harsh conditions. My youngest daughter, Aya, was born during the war and needs basic supplies and care.
I created this campaign to seek support for my family â to help cover urgent medical treatment, food, and essential needs for my children. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference and give my family hope for a safer, more dignified life. đ€
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Hello, my friends,
Thank you so much for all your support.
I have some good news I wanted to share with you.
I have made progress in my project and managed to create some wonderful pieces. However, I faced major setbacks because I needed to buy raw materials, and I didnât have enough money. My campaign is moving very slowly.
At the same time, I am trying to support my family and become independent by starting my own project.
These are some of the results of my achievements this month, created amidst the tents and rubble. I will try to keep you updated always, but please help me as much as you can and talk about my work.
Here is a glimpse of some of the hardships I face, with rain and water leaking into the tent where my family and I live. But I always hold on to hope for life đ€.
I never imagined I would have to write something like this. My life changed suddenly after a serious health problem that left me unable to work. Since then, every day has been a struggle just to provide the basic needs for my family.
The hardest part is watching my child suffer while I canât always afford the medicine or the things he needs. As a parent, feeling helpless in front of your childâs pain is something that breaks the heart.
Iâm doing everything I can to get back on my feet, but right now I truly need help. Even a small donation or sharing this message could make a real difference for us.
Thank you to anyone who chooses to stand with us during this difficult time. đ
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And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a âNew Gaza.â
Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.
They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.
The ceasefire is a lie.
Whatâs happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a ânewâ city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.
This isnât peace. Itâs violence with better branding.
Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.
Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.
In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.
They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.
When journalists are killed, itâs not just lives that are lost itâs evidence. Itâs memory. Itâs the last barrier between reality and denial.
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Donations for GAZA
This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause Iâm distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people Iâm terrified of losing.
They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.
If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.
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