Before the war, we lived a simple and happy life in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our home wasn't big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and warmth. We had a small garden where we planted vegetables, and a rooftop where we would sit on warm evenings, drinking tea and laughing as a family.
Our kids went to school every day dreaming of their future. We worked hard, had our family routines, dinners, birthdays, and laughter. Life wasn't perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.
The Day Everything Changed
The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to the Rimal neighborhood, hoping to be safer.
That's where we heard the news that shattered us: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.
The Ongoing Struggle
Since then, we have been constantly on the move. From Rimal to Al-Zawada, then to Rafah. We have been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us. We sleep on floors, and sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, and no toilets. We wait for hours just to get a piece of bread.
We lost our jobs, our income, our safety, and our dignity. We live in constant fear of the next bomb, the next loss. We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.
As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed
Why We Are Asking for Help
We are the Anas family—like many families in Gaza—ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.
It's hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.
How You Can Help
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we can sleep under a real roof again, buy medicine, food, or clean water. It could help us bring back a little dignity to our lives.
We started a GoFundMe campaign to help us rebuild what the war destroyed. Every dollar makes a big difference.
* Our Goal: $40,000 USD
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My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
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