Hello again💔🙏🏻 I Am Mahmoud — A Nurse in Gaza. A Father. A Man Living in a Tent 🚨
I used to have a home. I used to put my children to sleep in their own beds.
Now we live in a tent. On cold ground. Under warplanes. With no walls to keep the fear out.
I have two children. Nabeel is 2 years old. He holds onto my leg every time the sky shakes. Naya is just 5 months. She’s never known a single peaceful day.
By day, I work in the hospital — what's left of it. No medicine. No electricity. No safety. But I still show up. Because people are bleeding, screaming, dying — and someone has to help.
Sometimes I leave my tent not knowing if I’ll come back. Sometimes I carry a baby in the hospital and wonder if she will survive. Sometimes I can’t look my own baby in the eyes — because I can’t protect her.
💔 That’s why I’m asking for help.
I started a fundraiser to try to keep my family alive: 🥖 Food 🍼 Milk for Naya 💊 Medicine 💧 Clean water 🛖 And maybe, someday, a roof again.
These photos… they’re of me. Not a headline. Not a number. Me — exhausted, bleeding, still trying.
Even the smallest help could mean one more night of safety.
My name is Mahmoud. I’m 30 years old, and I’m a nurse in Gaza.
We are still here. We are still alive. We just don’t know for how long. 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 Please don’t scroll past 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Please reblog🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻