Mohamed Family
United States
Some memories are painful and require a lot of strength to recount…
Life was simple, yet beautiful and happy. I had a beautiful home and my own restaurant, until the war came on October 7, 2023, and the suffering began: starvation, displacement, genocide, and endless pain.
Our days became increasingly difficult, and our homes became a nightmare under the bombardment. We sought refuge in shelters hoping to survive, but they too were bombed, and we were subjected to forced evacuation.
At the beginning of the war, I was separated from my fiancée (now my wife). She was forced to flee with her family after their home was destroyed, and they lost everything, including their clothes and furniture.
The displacement journey did not end. Shortly after, my family’s home was bombed, completely destroying it, along with my restaurant. I survived under the rubble, but I lost my older brother…
My mother, father, and I emerged from the rubble and were taken to the hospital. My collapse was complete when I learned of his death, and to this day, I am still unable to overcome this tragedy.
My home and my restaurant, my only source of income—a popular food restaurant—were bombed because it provided food to people despite the famine.
My apartment, which my wife, Abeer, and I had been preparing to start our lives in, was destroyed. It was a simple dream, but it was buried under the rubble.
We were displaced once again, without money, without food, without clothes. Today, we live in temporary tents, besieged by poverty and pain.
After a while, I reunited with my wife, and my heart was reassured about her and my family. We returned to the same area after the bombing had temporarily subsided.
But the pain never ends…
My wife lost her sister, who had been displaced with her husband elsewhere and did not survive the bombing. Then came the temporary truce, and we decided to get married, hoping the war was over… But it never did, and our wedding was without ceremony, without true joy…
Our joy was mixed with sadness, loss, and suffering.
We dreamed of starting a family… Today, my wife is pregnant with our first child, but she suffers from malnutrition and health complications due to the lack of food and medicine.
I cannot provide for her and the fetus’s basic needs… The days are getting worse.
We only wish for our lives to return to normal…
We dream of a safe home, enough food for us, and a chance to continue our lives together without this permanent siege.
We ask for your support and assistance…
This is the most difficult time for us, and our hearts can no longer bear it.
Anonymous
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United States
Some memories are painful and require a lot of strength to recount…
Life was simple, yet beautiful and happy. I had a beautiful home and my own restaurant, until the war came on October 7, 2023, and the suffering began: starvation, displacement, genocide, and endless pain.
Our days became increasingly difficult, and our homes became a nightmare under the bombardment. We sought refuge in shelters hoping to survive, but they too were bombed, and we were subjected to forced evacuation.
At the beginning of the war, I was separated from my fiancée (now my wife). She was forced to flee with her family after their home was destroyed, and they lost everything, including their clothes and furniture.
The displacement journey did not end. Shortly after, my family’s home was bombed, completely destroying it, along with my restaurant. I survived under the rubble, but I lost my older brother…
My mother, father, and I emerged from the rubble and were taken to the hospital. My collapse was complete when I learned of his death, and to this day, I am still unable to overcome this tragedy.
My home and my restaurant, my only source of income—a popular food restaurant—were bombed because it provided food to people despite the famine.
My apartment, which my wife, Abeer, and I had been preparing to start our lives in, was destroyed. It was a simple dream, but it was buried under the rubble.
We were displaced once again, without money, without food, without clothes. Today, we live in temporary tents, besieged by poverty and pain.
After a while, I reunited with my wife, and my heart was reassured about her and my family. We returned to the same area after the bombing had temporarily subsided.
But the pain never ends…
My wife lost her sister, who had been displaced with her husband elsewhere and did not survive the bombing. Then came the temporary truce, and we decided to get married, hoping the war was over… But it never did, and our wedding was without ceremony, without true joy…
Our joy was mixed with sadness, loss, and suffering.
We dreamed of starting a family… Today, my wife is pregnant with our first child, but she suffers from malnutrition and health complications due to the lack of food and medicine.
I cannot provide for her and the fetus’s basic needs… The days are getting worse.
We only wish for our lives to return to normal…
We dream of a safe home, enough food for us, and a chance to continue our lives together without this permanent siege.
We ask for your support and assistance…
This is the most difficult time for us, and our hearts can no longer bear it.
Anonymous
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
