Help Ahmad’s family survive
Belgium
Supporter
I remember those days so clearly, it feels like yesterday. My name is Ahmed.
Some mornings, I would stand by the window, watching the sunrise over the
neighborhood. I would look at my family, at my home, and think: This is the life I dreamed of.
At the time, I didn’t realize how fragile everything was. I didn’t realize how quickly it could all be lost.
It all happened suddenly, but it felt like slow motion. The sound of explosions shook the walls, and I rushed to grab my children. We ran, leaving behind the life we’d built, the memories we cherished, and the home that held our dreams. The air was thick with dust, and the screams of neighbors filled the streets. When I looked back, I saw flames engulfing our home—the place that had been our safe haven. My only source of income. It had been a grocery store beneath our house. Now it was nothing but rubble. Everything I’d worked for, everything I’d relied on to support my family, was destroyed in an instant. The days that followed were a blur. We moved from one temporary shelter to another, each less safe than the last. Now, my wife, children, and I sleep in a beachfront resort—an exposed and dangerous place, especially with warships in the distance. But we have nowhere else to go.
Every night, I hold my children tightly, trying to protect them from the sounds of conflict and the fear in their eyes. My youngest, who used to count the stars on our balcony, now counts the minutes until the next explosion. My wife and I stay up late, praying for a miracle.
I no longer want anything for myself. All I want is to save my children. They deserve a chance at life—a chance to grow, learn, and laugh again. But leaving Gaza City seems impossible.
Traveling to Egypt is our only hope, but it is expensive. The cost for an adult was $5,000, and for a child $2,500. This is an unimaginable sum, especially after we lost everything. I can still clearly remember the outlines of my former home, now reduced to rubble and stones. I will launch this campaign to move my family to a safe place, and later I will provide them with an apartment to live in, far from the violence and bombing. I hope everyone will stand with my family. I know you have kind and humane hearts.
I am pleading, not for myself, but for my family. They need a dignified and normal life, like all children around the world. They deserve to feel safe, to dream again, and to have a future.
If you can help, please, I am asking for your kindness. Every dollar, every gesture of support, brings us closer to hope. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Anonymous
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Belgium
Supporter
I remember those days so clearly, it feels like yesterday. My name is Ahmed.
Some mornings, I would stand by the window, watching the sunrise over the
neighborhood. I would look at my family, at my home, and think: This is the life I dreamed of.
At the time, I didn’t realize how fragile everything was. I didn’t realize how quickly it could all be lost.
It all happened suddenly, but it felt like slow motion. The sound of explosions shook the walls, and I rushed to grab my children. We ran, leaving behind the life we’d built, the memories we cherished, and the home that held our dreams. The air was thick with dust, and the screams of neighbors filled the streets. When I looked back, I saw flames engulfing our home—the place that had been our safe haven. My only source of income. It had been a grocery store beneath our house. Now it was nothing but rubble. Everything I’d worked for, everything I’d relied on to support my family, was destroyed in an instant. The days that followed were a blur. We moved from one temporary shelter to another, each less safe than the last. Now, my wife, children, and I sleep in a beachfront resort—an exposed and dangerous place, especially with warships in the distance. But we have nowhere else to go.
Every night, I hold my children tightly, trying to protect them from the sounds of conflict and the fear in their eyes. My youngest, who used to count the stars on our balcony, now counts the minutes until the next explosion. My wife and I stay up late, praying for a miracle.
I no longer want anything for myself. All I want is to save my children. They deserve a chance at life—a chance to grow, learn, and laugh again. But leaving Gaza City seems impossible.
Traveling to Egypt is our only hope, but it is expensive. The cost for an adult was $5,000, and for a child $2,500. This is an unimaginable sum, especially after we lost everything. I can still clearly remember the outlines of my former home, now reduced to rubble and stones. I will launch this campaign to move my family to a safe place, and later I will provide them with an apartment to live in, far from the violence and bombing. I hope everyone will stand with my family. I know you have kind and humane hearts.
I am pleading, not for myself, but for my family. They need a dignified and normal life, like all children around the world. They deserve to feel safe, to dream again, and to have a future.
If you can help, please, I am asking for your kindness. Every dollar, every gesture of support, brings us closer to hope. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
Anonymous
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| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
