Help Jawdats Family in Gaza
Australia
My name is Jawdat, and I am one of ten souls living in a tent… not a house, a tent. I am the eldest son in my family, and I speak on behalf of my mother, my father, and my nine brothers… Today we live in a small tent, after the war forced us to leave our home and everything we owned. We are now ten people sleeping on the floor, covered with a single blanket, dreaming of a meal we can eat without crying. My father is still alive, may God bless him, but he’s exhausted… He wakes up at dawn every day, looking for any job to feed us, but life here has become more difficult than ever. My mother? My mother is the unknown soldier, depriving herself of food so we can eat… But even food has become a dream. My little sister wakes up crying from hunger, and my brother dreams of a piece of fruit he hasn’t seen in months. The tent we’re in isn’t a home. It doesn’t have electricity, water, or anything that protects our dignity as human beings.
In the summer, we melt from the heat… and in the winter, we shiver from the cold. And what about me? I live in the hope that you’ll hear me. We’re not asking for much, I swear. We just want a little warmth, a little bread, a little hope.
Anonymous
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Australia
My name is Jawdat, and I am one of ten souls living in a tent… not a house, a tent. I am the eldest son in my family, and I speak on behalf of my mother, my father, and my nine brothers… Today we live in a small tent, after the war forced us to leave our home and everything we owned. We are now ten people sleeping on the floor, covered with a single blanket, dreaming of a meal we can eat without crying. My father is still alive, may God bless him, but he’s exhausted… He wakes up at dawn every day, looking for any job to feed us, but life here has become more difficult than ever. My mother? My mother is the unknown soldier, depriving herself of food so we can eat… But even food has become a dream. My little sister wakes up crying from hunger, and my brother dreams of a piece of fruit he hasn’t seen in months. The tent we’re in isn’t a home. It doesn’t have electricity, water, or anything that protects our dignity as human beings.
In the summer, we melt from the heat… and in the winter, we shiver from the cold. And what about me? I live in the hope that you’ll hear me. We’re not asking for much, I swear. We just want a little warmth, a little bread, a little hope.
Anonymous
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
