From the Heart of Gaza… I am Hamza
Canada
My name is Rana, and I’m in Canada. I’m organizing this fundraiser for Hamza, a brave young boy in Gaza who has been forced to grow up far too soon. He and his family have lost their home, their safety, and almost everything they owned — but not their hope. Hamza’s father was severely injured protecting his children, and now Hamza carries the responsibility of caring for his younger brothers in the midst of war. This campaign is to help them survive, rebuild, and hold onto a future.
From the Heart of Gaza… I am Hamza
My name is Hamza, I am the eldest brother, Not because I’m older, But because I was forced to grow up before my time.
My siblings: Ahmed, Khaled, and Mazen… We used to dream of playing together, laughing together, Living like other children. But the truth is? We never truly lived our childhood.
The war stole everything from us: Our home, our toys, our safety… even our smiles.
We lived in a small house, But it was full of love and comfort. My father stayed awake to protect us, And my mother shared food with tenderness, even if it was little.
Then the war came, And threw darkness upon us. Our house turned to rubble, And our memories buried beneath the dust.
My father… He lost his leg. He stood between us and death, And now he can’t even stand.
Since that day, I became the man of the house. I carry the burden of food, water, and milk for my brothers. We walk for hours under the scorching sun and danger, We hear the planes, we run in fear… and yet we are just children.
We have been displaced ten times, And each time we lose something new, Even our sense of safety became a distant dream.
We managed to eat, and we stayed alive, But the journey is still long…
I don’t speak to complain, I speak for every child who lost their voice.
I plead to you from a broken heart, Even the smallest help, Your little donation could mean a whole life for us.
My brother sleeps full, or eases my father’s pain, And maybe a little hope will return to my heart.
If there’s a spark of mercy in your heart… Remember us.
We are not numbers, We are a family, hearts bleeding every day.
Help us continue… help us stay alive.
– Hamza, from Gaza
Ines Boumaza
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Canada
My name is Rana, and I’m in Canada. I’m organizing this fundraiser for Hamza, a brave young boy in Gaza who has been forced to grow up far too soon. He and his family have lost their home, their safety, and almost everything they owned — but not their hope. Hamza’s father was severely injured protecting his children, and now Hamza carries the responsibility of caring for his younger brothers in the midst of war. This campaign is to help them survive, rebuild, and hold onto a future.
From the Heart of Gaza… I am Hamza
My name is Hamza, I am the eldest brother, Not because I’m older, But because I was forced to grow up before my time.
My siblings: Ahmed, Khaled, and Mazen… We used to dream of playing together, laughing together, Living like other children. But the truth is? We never truly lived our childhood.
The war stole everything from us: Our home, our toys, our safety… even our smiles.
We lived in a small house, But it was full of love and comfort. My father stayed awake to protect us, And my mother shared food with tenderness, even if it was little.
Then the war came, And threw darkness upon us. Our house turned to rubble, And our memories buried beneath the dust.
My father… He lost his leg. He stood between us and death, And now he can’t even stand.
Since that day, I became the man of the house. I carry the burden of food, water, and milk for my brothers. We walk for hours under the scorching sun and danger, We hear the planes, we run in fear… and yet we are just children.
We have been displaced ten times, And each time we lose something new, Even our sense of safety became a distant dream.
We managed to eat, and we stayed alive, But the journey is still long…
I don’t speak to complain, I speak for every child who lost their voice.
I plead to you from a broken heart, Even the smallest help, Your little donation could mean a whole life for us.
My brother sleeps full, or eases my father’s pain, And maybe a little hope will return to my heart.
If there’s a spark of mercy in your heart… Remember us.
We are not numbers, We are a family, hearts bleeding every day.
Help us continue… help us stay alive.
– Hamza, from Gaza
Ines Boumaza
| ID | Name | Amount | |
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
