Abueleyan Family Survival Fund
United States
“To the entire world: This is my story , the story of a man enduring unimaginable suffering in Gaza…”
My story is not unique. It mirrors the lives of every man, woman, and child living under the horror of genocide in Gaza.
I can’t hold on any longer. I swear, I am starving beyond description… I haven’t tasted meat in over 120 days. I haven’t seen a loaf of bread in many months.
My wife, my little son, and I are being eaten alive by hunger , slowly, painfully.
But hunger is not the worst part… displacement is.
Being displaced means watching your dignity collapse, being torn from your home, your memories, your dreams, with no direction, no shelter, and no hope.
I keep asking myself: “Where do I go?”
And I have no answer.
I cry out: “Oh world, save us!”
The world enjoys everything, while we are deprived of even the most basic rights.
My frail body can no longer resist.
I watch my son , my little flower , growing weaker every day, his tiny body wasting away from hunger right in front of my eyes, and I can do nothing.
Where is humanity?
Where is conscience?
Where are the religions?
How long will this genocide go on?
We are truly living a Holocaust, a massacre, a relentless cycle of displacement.
Prices are insane. I can’t even meet 10% of my family’s needs.
Merchants hoard and exploit , I can’t afford anything.
And during our last displacement, my family and I ended up sleeping on the street.
We couldn’t even afford a tent , the price is beyond our reach.
I beg you, please: donate to me.
I just want to live. I want to eat. I want to escape this hell.
I want to live with dignity.
I am a human being , I feel, I hurt, I break.
I’m exhausted. Truly.
Even going to the bathroom is a luxury , we sometimes wait days just to wash with water.
There are endless lines everywhere. If you find a soup kitchen, there are thousands waiting.
I’ve been robbed so many times, I have nothing left but my breath.
I’m only surviving through your prayers and your donations.
From a shattered heart in Gaza, I beg you: Save me.
All I want… is for this war to end.
Thank you to every heart that still beats with compassion.
Dalyla FREE PALESTINE
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$20,000.00
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Product Description
United States
“To the entire world: This is my story , the story of a man enduring unimaginable suffering in Gaza…”
My story is not unique. It mirrors the lives of every man, woman, and child living under the horror of genocide in Gaza.
I can’t hold on any longer. I swear, I am starving beyond description… I haven’t tasted meat in over 120 days. I haven’t seen a loaf of bread in many months.
My wife, my little son, and I are being eaten alive by hunger , slowly, painfully.
But hunger is not the worst part… displacement is.
Being displaced means watching your dignity collapse, being torn from your home, your memories, your dreams, with no direction, no shelter, and no hope.
I keep asking myself: “Where do I go?”
And I have no answer.
I cry out: “Oh world, save us!”
The world enjoys everything, while we are deprived of even the most basic rights.
My frail body can no longer resist.
I watch my son , my little flower , growing weaker every day, his tiny body wasting away from hunger right in front of my eyes, and I can do nothing.
Where is humanity?
Where is conscience?
Where are the religions?
How long will this genocide go on?
We are truly living a Holocaust, a massacre, a relentless cycle of displacement.
Prices are insane. I can’t even meet 10% of my family’s needs.
Merchants hoard and exploit , I can’t afford anything.
And during our last displacement, my family and I ended up sleeping on the street.
We couldn’t even afford a tent , the price is beyond our reach.
I beg you, please: donate to me.
I just want to live. I want to eat. I want to escape this hell.
I want to live with dignity.
I am a human being , I feel, I hurt, I break.
I’m exhausted. Truly.
Even going to the bathroom is a luxury , we sometimes wait days just to wash with water.
There are endless lines everywhere. If you find a soup kitchen, there are thousands waiting.
I’ve been robbed so many times, I have nothing left but my breath.
I’m only surviving through your prayers and your donations.
From a shattered heart in Gaza, I beg you: Save me.
All I want… is for this war to end.
Thank you to every heart that still beats with compassion.
Dalyla FREE PALESTINE
| ID | Name | Amount | |
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
