I am Hazem Hamada, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I am 44 years old. I'll tell you my story. Imagine this:-
Suddenly, Saturday morning, it was a morning like any other. But suddenly the ground shook under our feet, and we heard a sound like thunder...and then silence. scary. it's all over! 😱💔 Shells exploded everywhere, the walls of our house collapsed above our heads 🏠💣, and deafening sounds mixed with the screams of my children 😢😢. We crawled from under the rubble with exhausted bodies and terrified hearts, running among the smoke and debris in search of safety 🏃♂️🏃♀️. Our house, once so full of life, is now a pile of ashes. 💔
Now we live in a small tent in which we do not feel safe or comfortable. We used to live in it before. It has no warmth. We wake up every day to the sounds of dogs and the sounds of strong winds. We feel cold because of the lack of covers or clothes that protected us from the cold. Due to forced displacement, we were unable to take anything. something🌪️👗🌧️
I ask everyone who views this post to help us, even if just a little, to save me and my family from loss 🥺 and I ask you to donate via the link 👇👇 and whoever is unable, please share the post on his pages. Thank you for your humble support ♥️🌹
“I hope this email finds you well” I sure hope so bro I’ve been providing water to this village for generations
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
Sorry, we don’t serve pepsi here
Having even slightly popular mutuals is so cool. The king has bestowed upon me a like. Perhaps even a reblog
I am Hanaa, a resident of Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I am 38 years old. I live with my eight children and my husband in the Gaza Strip. Before the war on Gaza began, I was living a happy life with my children and my husband. We had a monthly income that was sufficient to meet our needs and fulfill our requests. When the war on Gaza began on 10/7/2023, we lived as homeless people after our entire house was bombed at the beginning of the war. We were displaced to countless areas since the first day of the war. After more than 200 days of the war, one of my sons was martyred and two others were injured while trying to find us food to satisfy our hunger. I became fully responsible for him after my eldest son was martyred and the other two were seriously injured. My children, my husband and I live in displacement camps. We have no other shelter. For the sake of God, help me feed my children and build a home for us. Donate to me, even if it is a little, because I need your help.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/hanaa-family