In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

I’ve been trying to stay quiet lately, but writing helps me breathe a little. I’m in Gaza, and there’s this feeling that keeps creeping back every day. It shows me that I’m weaker than I thought, less resilient than I always claimed. The memories come back out of nowhere and every time they do, the cracks in my mind just get wider. I’m not recovering. Time isn’t healing anything.

I’m learning how heavy a heart can really be. Even heavier than the aid trucks people talk about on the news. And I can feel how distant I’ve become from everything around me. I hear people speaking, but it feels far. I look at the faces I pass, the sky, the streets that don’t look like streets anymore… and still the memories pull me back into the same pain I keep trying to escape.

Sometimes I think it’s not even the past that haunts me. Maybe it’s the version of me that never knew how to survive it.

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Today, the temperature reached 35°C, and the sun was beating directly onto the tents. We woke up early in the morning because of the intense heat, and by noon the weather had become unbearable, to the point that we were forced to leave the tents and sit outside.

I went and sat under a tree inside the camp, but while carrying water I suffered from heatstroke, and my head is still hurting badly from the front and back.

How long will our situation remain like this? And when will we finally live a dignified life? Our youth is being drained before our eyes, and every day we grow older surrounded by pain and endless suffering. How long will we keep talking about this agony? I used to post every single day, yet nothing changes in our reality. We are exhausted from complaining, exhausted from this life that has become an indescribable hell.

Every day we live the same routine: carrying water, lighting fires, and searching for the most basic necessities of life. Even fire itself has become another form of suffering beyond words.

Today, my mother spent long hours cooking over fire while we could barely endure the heat of the weather itself. I suffered heatstroke from the extreme temperature, so how about my mother, who sat beside the fire all that time?

I swear to God, Gaza has become the greatest prison of suffering in the world. If we were given the choice between what we are living through now and staying inside a prison, prison would feel easier. At least there is water, food, and a place that protects a person far better than a tent. Perhaps there is electricity and bathrooms too. Most importantly, a prisoner lives knowing that one day the sentence will end, counting the days while waiting for freedom.

But we live in continuous torment with no clear horizon and no known future. We live in uncertainty, and death can come at any moment. Bombings and assassinations never stop, and you may die while simply walking down the street without having done anything wrong.

And this is only a small part of the hell we live in, without even speaking about the flies, mosquitoes, rats, bedbugs, and the diseases spreading in ways that cannot be described.

What sin did we commit to deserve this life? Since October 7, we have been living in a real hell.

Will there ever come a day when we are free from all this suffering? Will there come a day when we tell you that we are finally living a dignified life, just as we once told you about this hell?

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criticising the government of Netanyahu and its regional policies, including the war in Lebanon, the occupation of the Golan Heights, the genocide in Gaza and confiscation of the land in the occupied West Bank.

Help Karim and Our Family Rebuild Life After War

My name is Fadi, a father from Gaza. Today I am reaching out with a broken heart, asking for help to save my family and give my children a chance to live with dignity.

We lost everything in the war. Our home was destroyed, our safety was taken, and our future became uncertain overnight. We were forced to leave behind the life we knew and start again from nothing.

My son Karim is 11 years old today. He was only 9 years old when the war changed his life forever. Karim was seriously injured and lost his leg. Since that day, his childhood has been filled with pain, hospitals, fear, and challenges no child should ever face.

Instead of running, playing, and enjoying school like other children, Karim now dreams of walking again, receiving proper treatment, and having a safe future. He is a brave child with a kind heart, but he needs support to continue.

By the grace of God, Karim managed to leave Gaza, but life outside Gaza is extremely difficult. We are struggling with housing costs, daily expenses, medical care, and providing even the most basic needs for our children.

We are a family of five:

Father: Fadi

Mother: Sabreen

Children: Majd, Karim, and Mohammed

We are trying to stay strong and patient, but the burden is very heavy.

Why We Need Your Help

Your support will help us with:

- Safe housing and rent

- Karim’s medical treatment and rehabilitation

- A prosthetic leg and mobility support

- Food, clothing, and school needs for the children

- Building a stable future for our family

A Message of Trust and Honesty

We understand that many people worry about scams. Sadly, fake stories exist online. But our story is real, our pain is real, and our need is real.

Anyone who wishes to verify our case is welcome to contact me directly on WhatsApp:

WhatsApp: +972592680289

I am ready to answer by video call and show Karim and my family so you can see the truth with your own eyes.

Please Help Us

Every donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference in Karim’s life and give hope to my children.

If you cannot donate, please share our story with others.

Support our campaign here:

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From the bottom of our hearts, thank you to everyone who stands with us.

Fadi and Family