Help Linas Family in Gaza
Australia
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Hello.. I am Lina Barakat and I am 24 years old from Gaza.
On October 7, 2023, everything started. We woke up to sounds of explosions shaking the ground beneath us. Just one moment was enough to turn life from normal to a continuous nightmare. Since that moment, we no longer live… we just try to survive.
Just a week after the war broke out, the occupying forces demanded that the residents of Gaza evacuate their homes and head south, claiming it was a “safe zone.” We carried what few memories and dreams we could, and went to Khan Younis, in search of temporary shelter. But what we thought was a station of salvation turned into another station of pain. We were displaced from Khan Younis to Rafah, then back to Khan Younis, to the Mawasi area, running from one bombing to another, from one postponed death to another.
For over a year and a half, we have been living in a tent. Do you know what life is like inside a tent? In the winter, it becomes a sea of mud and cold water, where rain seeps into our pillows and covers. And in the summer, it becomes like an oven, we suffocate under the sun, and hold our breath with every hot breath.
And yet, we tried to resist… but resistance alone is not enough when borders are closed, prices soar insanely, flour and food disappear, and water becomes another danger instead of life.
During this harsh journey, my father suffered a new heart attack. He has had heart disease for years, but in Gaza… there is no cure for illness, and the patient has no chance of survival. We took him to the hospital, but due to the lack of medication and care, his condition deteriorated frighteningly in front of our eyes, and we are completely helpless.
With my father’s deteriorating health, absence of food, complete destruction of our home, and the continuation of war, bombings, and fear… we started to feel like we are dying, but in a different way. A silent death… with no sound or blood, but it gnaws at our souls every day.
Today, all I have left is my voice, which I carry to you through these words.
I appeal to you as a human who never asked for more than life, to help me give my family a chance to survive. Every dollar from you makes a real difference and a big support for me.
Maria Bustos
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Product Description
Australia
Supporter
Hello.. I am Lina Barakat and I am 24 years old from Gaza.
On October 7, 2023, everything started. We woke up to sounds of explosions shaking the ground beneath us. Just one moment was enough to turn life from normal to a continuous nightmare. Since that moment, we no longer live… we just try to survive.
Just a week after the war broke out, the occupying forces demanded that the residents of Gaza evacuate their homes and head south, claiming it was a “safe zone.” We carried what few memories and dreams we could, and went to Khan Younis, in search of temporary shelter. But what we thought was a station of salvation turned into another station of pain. We were displaced from Khan Younis to Rafah, then back to Khan Younis, to the Mawasi area, running from one bombing to another, from one postponed death to another.
For over a year and a half, we have been living in a tent. Do you know what life is like inside a tent? In the winter, it becomes a sea of mud and cold water, where rain seeps into our pillows and covers. And in the summer, it becomes like an oven, we suffocate under the sun, and hold our breath with every hot breath.
And yet, we tried to resist… but resistance alone is not enough when borders are closed, prices soar insanely, flour and food disappear, and water becomes another danger instead of life.
During this harsh journey, my father suffered a new heart attack. He has had heart disease for years, but in Gaza… there is no cure for illness, and the patient has no chance of survival. We took him to the hospital, but due to the lack of medication and care, his condition deteriorated frighteningly in front of our eyes, and we are completely helpless.
With my father’s deteriorating health, absence of food, complete destruction of our home, and the continuation of war, bombings, and fear… we started to feel like we are dying, but in a different way. A silent death… with no sound or blood, but it gnaws at our souls every day.
Today, all I have left is my voice, which I carry to you through these words.
I appeal to you as a human who never asked for more than life, to help me give my family a chance to survive. Every dollar from you makes a real difference and a big support for me.
Maria Bustos
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| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
