🕊️ The Story of Amani and Her Children: Mohammad (17), Moath (14), and Habiba (10)
"Everything collapsed… and we were left alone under the ashes."
My name is Amani, and I’m a mother of three: Mohammad (17), Moath (14), and Habiba (10).
We used to live in a small home in northern Gaza. It wasn’t fancy, but it was filled with love, memories, and safety.
One day during the war, everything changed.
There was a loud explosion… then screams… then silence. When the dust settled, our home was gone.
Everything we owned — clothes, family photos, Mohammad’s school books, Habiba’s favorite doll — was buried under the rubble.
We fled with nothing but the clothes on our backs.
Since then, we've been living in a tent, exposed to the cold, the heat, the fear, and the hunger.
💔 “Mom, when will we go back home?” Mohammad asked me.
I have no answer… because there is no home to return to.
Mohammad, at 17, should be finishing school, but he had to stop because we can't afford even a notebook.
Moath, 14, is deeply traumatized. He barely sleeps at night.
Habiba, only 10, has forgotten what it feels like to sleep in a real bed.
💢 Life became a daily struggle:
We often sleep hungry.
There's no medicine when my children get sick.
I have no job, no support, and no future in sight.
All I have now… is my voice.
🙏 Please, help us survive.
We don’t ask for much — only for the chance to live with dignity.
Your donation — no matter how small — could:
Provide food, blankets, or clean water.
Help Mohammad return to school.
Give Habiba a reason to smile again.
🕊️ Save Amani and her children
You can help rebuild a life destroyed by war.
Your kindness can bring hope to a family lost in the darkness.
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Ghaydaa Al-Abadsa:
Before the war, my life in Gaza was full of hope. I used to go to university, study translation, and dream about my future. I would meet my friends, laugh with them, and enjoy simple moments—walking, eating, drinking, and living as a normal young woman with dreams. My father was with us, our home was full of warmth, and despite all the difficulties in Gaza, there was still life, there was still love.
But then everything changed. The war came suddenly and destroyed everything we had. Our home was bombed, and we were forced to flee, displaced into tents and the open fields. My father fell ill with cancer, and we waited for a chance for him to be treated outside Gaza. But the occupation denied him the right to live. Medicine was almost impossible to find, and day by day, we watched him suffer until he passed away in December 2024. Losing him broke us completely.
After his death, our suffering only grew worse. Hunger surrounded us, clean water disappeared, and displacement became our only reality. We have no safe place to go, no shelter to protect us, and no chance for a normal life. Bombs fall everywhere, children cry from hunger, and every day feels like a new wound. I can no longer continue my education—the war stole my future, my dreams, and my father.
Now, I am left struggling to survive, desperate for food, water, medicine, and a safe place for the children around me. Life here is unbearable, filled with pain and loss. I still hold onto one hope: to be able to leave Gaza, to continue my education in English translation, to work, and to build a better future—not just for myself, but for my family and for those who remain trapped in this endless suffering.
Please, your support can help us survive this nightmare. Your kindness can give us food, medicine, and a chance to live again. Without your help, we are left with nothing but hunger, grief, and the ruins of what was once a beautiful life.
The #Gaza Strip is just hours away from a complete cessation of communication and internet services (irreversible), following the depletion of the necessary fuel to operate the main distributors of the network in the Strip, which are currently running on "batteries" that will be emptied within hours.
5:00 PM on November 15, 2023:
Before the communications are cut off, I have a very personal request from everyone who knows me from outside #Gaza. Please, keep spreading the word about us.
Do not tire of sharing.
Talk about the massacres, destruction, displacement, and starvation.
Speak about every clash and tank explosion.
Let the whole world remain ashamed as they witness what is happening to us and, in return, what we are doing.
and Insha'Allah (if God wills), we'll return
Help My Family Escape the War in Gaza: A Cry for Safety and Survival
Dear Friends and Supporters,
I write to you with a heart heavy with pain and urgency. My name is Mohammad Jamal Shamia, and I reside in Sweden. I am raising funds to help my family and loved ones, who are trapped in Gaza, escape the unimaginable horrors of war. Their lives have been turned upside down, and now they stand on the brink of despair, with no place to call home and no future in sight. We are fighting for their survival.
A Family Torn Apart by War
My family consists of eight members: my father, my mother, my four sisters, and my two brothers. Each one of them has a story of pain and loss, but I will start with my father, Jamal Shamia, who is still in Gaza. His home was destroyed in the very first days of the war. A single rocket shattered not just his home, but also our hopes and dreams. The life he had worked so hard to build was reduced to rubble in a heartbeat. He now stands without a roof over his head, in a place where there is no security, no peace, and no hope for the future.
My mother, who left Gaza for surgery in Egypt before the war started, is now stranded on the Egyptian side, unable to return and without any support. She worries every day about my father, her children, and grandchildren who remain in Gaza, not knowing if they will survive another day.
Sisters in Crisis: Homes Lost, Lives Disrupted
My sister Rasha Jamal Shamia and her husband, Khalil Abu Samaan, have two children, Mira and Omar. They have been forced to flee their home in Gaza City and are now living in a tent in Rafah, far from everything they once knew. Their home, their children’s education, and their future—everything is gone. Their days are filled with fear, and their nights bring no rest. The constant sound of bombs haunts them, and they have no way to provide their children with the life they deserve.
My sister Rana Jamal Shamia and her husband, Mohammed Salama, are in a similarly desperate situation. Their two children, Amir and Taim, witnessed the destruction of their home firsthand. The bomb that took away their shelter also left Rana and her family with deep physical and emotional scars. They are now displaced in Rafah, struggling every day to survive. The trauma they have endured is unimaginable.
My sister Maram Jamal Shamia and her husband, Mareed Al-Suwirki, were able to leave Gaza with their children, but they carry with them the scars of war. Their home in Gaza was destroyed, and they lost everything. Mareed, a dentist, lost his job, and they are now trying to rebuild their lives outside the war zone, but they need your help.
My youngest sister, Reem, has been living outside Gaza for some time, but she hasn’t been able to reunite with the family. The pain of separation and worry for her loved ones has been unbearable.
A Brother’s Dreams Shattered
My brother Ahmad Jamal Shamia is a bright, ambitious student who was in his third year of dental school at Al-Azhar University in Gaza. The war took everything from him—his education, his home, his dreams. Ahmad was ranked first in his class, always striving to be the best and help others. Now, he is left with nothing. He moves from one temporary shelter to another, hoping for a chance to continue his studies in Egypt. But without financial support, this dream too will be lost.
The Desperate Situation
The situation in Gaza is beyond dire. Every day, my family faces unimaginable hardships. They live in constant fear, with bombings happening around them day and night. They are without basic necessities—no reliable access to food, water, or medical care. The trauma of living through this horror has left deep emotional wounds that will take years to heal, if ever.
We are desperate to get them out. We want to transport them to Egypt, where they can begin to rebuild their lives and find safety. But this escape comes at a high cost. It will take $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child to cross the border and start anew in Egypt. My family is counting on this fundraising effort to save their lives.
How You Can Help
Your support can make a life-saving difference. Every contribution, no matter the size, brings us closer to rescuing my family from this nightmare. With your help, we can reunite them with safety and security on the other side of the border. Time is running out, and the risks increase with every passing day.
Please consider donating to our campaign. Your generosity will not only provide my family with the means to escape the immediate danger but also offer them hope for a future where they can begin to heal and rebuild their lives. I cannot thank you enough for your support.
Together, We Can Save Lives
My family is relying on the kindness of strangers and friends alike to help them escape the ongoing violence. Your donation is not just financial assistance—it is a lifeline, a chance at survival. We need you now more than ever. Please, stand with us and help bring my family to safety.
Thank you for your kindness, your compassion, and your support. Together, we can make a difference. Together, we can save lives.
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Today I received a message from someone named Rozan, reaching out from Gaza. Despite the distance, it reminded me how deeply connected we all are as humans.
Rozan said, “We are suffering in Gaza and we need help.”
Though I may not be able to help financially, I can help by spreading awareness and offering prayers. The people of Gaza are living through unimaginable hardships and the least we can do is not turn a blind eye.
To those who can help financially or donate, here are some ways you can support:
🔗 [https://gofund.me/a690ed27] or visit her profile @rozanmuhmmad — the donation link is also in her bio.
Before the war, our life was simple and filled with hope. I worked hard to provide a decent life for my family, while my wife worked as a laboratory medical specialist, helping people and contributing to patient care. We dreamed of building a happy family and were blessed with three children who were our entire world.
https://gofund.me/38da3c3f
But fate was cruel to us. We discovered that our three children were suffering from a rare genetic disease we never knew existed. We fought with all our strength to provide them with treatment, but we lost them all, leaving behind an unbearable pain.
Then came the war, adding indescribable suffering. We lost our home, our jobs, and the most basic necessities of life. We now live in constant displacement and fear. Today, I have no job, and my wife had to stop practicing her profession due to the harsh circumstances.
Despite all of this, we try to hold on to a small glimmer of hope for a better life. We seek to leave Gaza, find treatment, and start a new life free from war and pain.
I appeal to anyone who can help us, whether through financial support via our GFM LINK or by sharing our story with those who can make a difference. We’re not looking for pity but for a chance at a dignified life.
