Help Us After Losing Our Family, Home, and Work in GAZA
United States
Dear friends, and kind-hearted souls,
My name is Ahmed Osama. I am a 36-year-old English translator from Gaza, Palestine. I once lived a peaceful life surrounded by love, purpose, and the joy of my beautiful family. My wife, Areej, and I were blessed with four children: our seven-year-old twins Malik and Miral, our five-year-old daughter Nesma, and our youngest, Mohammed, who is now three.
As the war in Gaza escalated, we, like many families, sought refuge in what we thought would be a safer place. My wife and children stayed with her brother, while I stayed nearby at my uncle’s home. Every day I visited them, bringing what little I could and holding onto hope in the face of fear.
One evening, after a heartfelt visit, I began to leave. All of them stood at the door to say goodbye—except little Mohammed, who cried and pleaded, “Don’t go, Daddy. I want to come with you.” His words pierced my heart, and I walked away with tears in my eyes, feeling an unshakable sense of dread.
On the night of October 22, 2023, heavy bombing shook the area. I tried to reach my wife, but got no response. A short while later, a friend called with devastating news: the residential block where my family was staying had been bombed. I fainted from the shock.
At dawn, I rushed to the hospital, praying with every breath. There, my worst fears became reality. My beloved children—Malik, Miral, and Nesma—had been killed. My wife Areej was critically wounded in the ICU. Mohammed, though injured, was alive. Two days later, Areej passed away.
I buried my children with my own hands. Then, two days later, I laid my wife to rest. I cannot describe the depth of that sorrow. But I had to find strength—for Mohammed, the only one left.
Mohammed underwent four surgeries on his leg and suffered head injuries. After weeks in the hospital, we were displaced again. Now, I live with my extended family—none of us employed, and our homes destroyed. My contract ended just before the war began, and we have no income. Every day is a struggle for basic survival—food, water, and shelter.
Despite everything, I am doing everything I can to care for Mohammed and offer him a future filled with love and security. I am also trying to help relatives who are in equally desperate conditions.
I humbly ask for your support. Your kindness can help us start anew and bring healing in the face of unimaginable loss. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings hope to our hearts.
Thank you for your compassion and generosity.
With deep gratitude, Ahmed Osama
Rory Byrne
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United States
Dear friends, and kind-hearted souls,
My name is Ahmed Osama. I am a 36-year-old English translator from Gaza, Palestine. I once lived a peaceful life surrounded by love, purpose, and the joy of my beautiful family. My wife, Areej, and I were blessed with four children: our seven-year-old twins Malik and Miral, our five-year-old daughter Nesma, and our youngest, Mohammed, who is now three.
As the war in Gaza escalated, we, like many families, sought refuge in what we thought would be a safer place. My wife and children stayed with her brother, while I stayed nearby at my uncle’s home. Every day I visited them, bringing what little I could and holding onto hope in the face of fear.
One evening, after a heartfelt visit, I began to leave. All of them stood at the door to say goodbye—except little Mohammed, who cried and pleaded, “Don’t go, Daddy. I want to come with you.” His words pierced my heart, and I walked away with tears in my eyes, feeling an unshakable sense of dread.
On the night of October 22, 2023, heavy bombing shook the area. I tried to reach my wife, but got no response. A short while later, a friend called with devastating news: the residential block where my family was staying had been bombed. I fainted from the shock.
At dawn, I rushed to the hospital, praying with every breath. There, my worst fears became reality. My beloved children—Malik, Miral, and Nesma—had been killed. My wife Areej was critically wounded in the ICU. Mohammed, though injured, was alive. Two days later, Areej passed away.
I buried my children with my own hands. Then, two days later, I laid my wife to rest. I cannot describe the depth of that sorrow. But I had to find strength—for Mohammed, the only one left.
Mohammed underwent four surgeries on his leg and suffered head injuries. After weeks in the hospital, we were displaced again. Now, I live with my extended family—none of us employed, and our homes destroyed. My contract ended just before the war began, and we have no income. Every day is a struggle for basic survival—food, water, and shelter.
Despite everything, I am doing everything I can to care for Mohammed and offer him a future filled with love and security. I am also trying to help relatives who are in equally desperate conditions.
I humbly ask for your support. Your kindness can help us start anew and bring healing in the face of unimaginable loss. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings hope to our hearts.
Thank you for your compassion and generosity.
With deep gratitude, Ahmed Osama
Rory Byrne
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