No One Should Starve for Being Born Here
United States
weeks left
My name is Eslam Mohammad, I’m 24 years old, and I’m from Gaza. Over the past year, I’ve lived through unimaginable horror. I lost my home, my work as a photographer and artist, my friends, and the sense of stability that once grounded me. My family and I—seven of us in total—endured months of relentless bombing, displacement, and loss.
But through all of it, I didn’t focus on myself. I poured every bit of energy into caring for my family, especially my sister, who was badly injured in a bombing. For nearly a year, I devoted myself entirely to helping them survive, heal, and somehow rebuild. I didn’t think about my own needs. I didn’t take care of my health. I didn’t allow myself to dream.
Recently, after an exhausting and painful journey, I was finally able to raise enough funds to help my family. That mission—supporting them through the worst time of our lives—was my entire world. And now that I’ve done that, I want to do something I’ve denied myself for so long: I want to dream again.
I want to continue my education. I want to buy a camera—the one I lost in the war, and which was once my most cherished possession. Photography was more than just a job for me—it was my voice, my way of telling stories the world needed to hear.
So now, I’m humbly asking for help—not for my family this time, but for myself. For the first time in a year, I’m trying to give myself permission to hope for something more.
Any support, no matter how small, would mean the world to me. It would help me reclaim the dreams I was forced to put on hold, and give me the tools to start building a future again—one where I can tell stories, express myself, and maybe, finally, live not just to survive—but to create.
-Eslam Mohammad
Ayrton Martinez
1 hour ago
$200
Anonymous
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$17,800.00
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United States
weeks left
My name is Eslam Mohammad, I’m 24 years old, and I’m from Gaza. Over the past year, I’ve lived through unimaginable horror. I lost my home, my work as a photographer and artist, my friends, and the sense of stability that once grounded me. My family and I—seven of us in total—endured months of relentless bombing, displacement, and loss.
But through all of it, I didn’t focus on myself. I poured every bit of energy into caring for my family, especially my sister, who was badly injured in a bombing. For nearly a year, I devoted myself entirely to helping them survive, heal, and somehow rebuild. I didn’t think about my own needs. I didn’t take care of my health. I didn’t allow myself to dream.
Recently, after an exhausting and painful journey, I was finally able to raise enough funds to help my family. That mission—supporting them through the worst time of our lives—was my entire world. And now that I’ve done that, I want to do something I’ve denied myself for so long: I want to dream again.
I want to continue my education. I want to buy a camera—the one I lost in the war, and which was once my most cherished possession. Photography was more than just a job for me—it was my voice, my way of telling stories the world needed to hear.
So now, I’m humbly asking for help—not for my family this time, but for myself. For the first time in a year, I’m trying to give myself permission to hope for something more.
Any support, no matter how small, would mean the world to me. It would help me reclaim the dreams I was forced to put on hold, and give me the tools to start building a future again—one where I can tell stories, express myself, and maybe, finally, live not just to survive—but to create.
-Eslam Mohammad
Ayrton Martinez
1 hour ago
$200
Anonymous
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
