Help Zahers Family in Gaza
Australia
Hello, How are you? My name is Zaher Rajab. I Am from Gaza. I finished my bachelor’s degree in law. Before 7 October I was living a beautiful life with my family. I worked in an ice cream factory. Every day, I go to work in the morning. When I come back in the evening, I find my mother preparing food and my father waiting for me to talk and tell him what happened to me while my little sisters and brothers were playing around us in a simple, quiet house.
We were visiting relatives, but our lives were turned upside down after 7 October everything beautiful collapsed. My life is finished. You asked me why I answered you because my father and sister died. Our house was completely destroyed. We were forced to leave our beautiful city.We escaped the bombing and went to another place with fire around us. I held the hand of my younger brothers while they were afraid of the bombing, but there is something more horrific every minute, houses collapsing, women and children screaming and dying.There is no food or drink after 80 days of bombing, my sister and I had to go to the hospital because she was suffering from cystic fibrosis and her condition got worse. There was no food or medicine.Also, my sister suffocated as a result of constantly inhaling toxic and deadly phosphorus gas. She was unable to breathe and oxygen was not available in the hospital due to a power outage.
My sister suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food as a result of the severe siege imposed on the hospital for two weeks.
I was deprived of the minimum necessities of life, which made it worse. Then they ordered us to leave the hospital after the hospital threatened to evacuate, and we were unable to leave the hospital as a result of the continuous violent bombing. Then I left through the back door, me, my sister, and my brother.We did not know where we would go, so my brother kept saying, “Where will we go, sister?” and I was crying, and the bombing was around us, and my brother said, “I want to go back home.” We arrived at the Shuja’iyya neighborhood and found a crematorium. My home destroyed. We were forced to leave. I saw the tank and said, “Here we will die. What should we do?” The communications were cut off, and I could not contact my family. Who can find me? I was not able to contact with my family to help us. We went to another hospital and they did not accept us because there was no oxygen. Then we were forced to walk to the Indonesian Hospital, which is 8 kilometers away, carrying a white flag in the midst of the heavy bombing. Then I felt helpless. The streets were empty, there was no sound except for the planes and artillery shelling. We arrived at the hospital where there were hundreds of dead and wounded, and the smell of blood was everywhere. There were no reception rooms, and everyone was screaming about the separation from their loved ones, and another from the intensity of the pain. I stood helpless, not knowing where to go. I did not see a doctor, a paramedic, or oxygen. While I was crying in the evening, a doctor came and saw my sister and said she needed to be admitted to intensive care and we had no oxygen. Then the army entered a few minutes later and the bombing increased around the hospital. The army ordered people to leave the hospital into safe areas through the checkpoint .Everyone was screaming in fear, “We will die, we will die.” I looked at my sister and saw that she was in a coma and could not breathe. I did not move a muscle because of the horror of the situation.My sister died.
I lost my sister. The whole world has become too small for my eyes.
Now we are living with my brother who suffers from cystic fibrosis. He needs to do fumigation constantly and we do not have electricity and we need solar energy to do fumigation and we do not have any money to buy it and he needs a vaporizer as it was destroyed in Gaza as a result of the bombing of the entire house and he suffers from malnutrition with no food, medicine or clean water. Now he lives in a refugee camp in a tent that does not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. In summer, we are burning from the heat. In winter,We are drowning in the rain and the pieces of cloth do not prevent the winter rain from falling on our heads while we sleep.The camp we live in is a source of pollution and diseases. It does not have the minimum necessities of life, such as water, food, clothes, electricity, cooking gas, kitchen, or a bathroom. Everyday we go to stand in a long queue to get water to drink and wash. However, it is unhealthy. We have no source of income and no breadwinner. We are a family of ten children. God helps the servant as long as the servant helps his brother. Please help me , my brother, and my family. Help us by donating at the following link.
Melissa Mohammed-Allaham
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Australia
Hello, How are you? My name is Zaher Rajab. I Am from Gaza. I finished my bachelor’s degree in law. Before 7 October I was living a beautiful life with my family. I worked in an ice cream factory. Every day, I go to work in the morning. When I come back in the evening, I find my mother preparing food and my father waiting for me to talk and tell him what happened to me while my little sisters and brothers were playing around us in a simple, quiet house.
We were visiting relatives, but our lives were turned upside down after 7 October everything beautiful collapsed. My life is finished. You asked me why I answered you because my father and sister died. Our house was completely destroyed. We were forced to leave our beautiful city.We escaped the bombing and went to another place with fire around us. I held the hand of my younger brothers while they were afraid of the bombing, but there is something more horrific every minute, houses collapsing, women and children screaming and dying.There is no food or drink after 80 days of bombing, my sister and I had to go to the hospital because she was suffering from cystic fibrosis and her condition got worse. There was no food or medicine.Also, my sister suffocated as a result of constantly inhaling toxic and deadly phosphorus gas. She was unable to breathe and oxygen was not available in the hospital due to a power outage.
My sister suffered from malnutrition due to the lack of food as a result of the severe siege imposed on the hospital for two weeks.
I was deprived of the minimum necessities of life, which made it worse. Then they ordered us to leave the hospital after the hospital threatened to evacuate, and we were unable to leave the hospital as a result of the continuous violent bombing. Then I left through the back door, me, my sister, and my brother.We did not know where we would go, so my brother kept saying, “Where will we go, sister?” and I was crying, and the bombing was around us, and my brother said, “I want to go back home.” We arrived at the Shuja’iyya neighborhood and found a crematorium. My home destroyed. We were forced to leave. I saw the tank and said, “Here we will die. What should we do?” The communications were cut off, and I could not contact my family. Who can find me? I was not able to contact with my family to help us. We went to another hospital and they did not accept us because there was no oxygen. Then we were forced to walk to the Indonesian Hospital, which is 8 kilometers away, carrying a white flag in the midst of the heavy bombing. Then I felt helpless. The streets were empty, there was no sound except for the planes and artillery shelling. We arrived at the hospital where there were hundreds of dead and wounded, and the smell of blood was everywhere. There were no reception rooms, and everyone was screaming about the separation from their loved ones, and another from the intensity of the pain. I stood helpless, not knowing where to go. I did not see a doctor, a paramedic, or oxygen. While I was crying in the evening, a doctor came and saw my sister and said she needed to be admitted to intensive care and we had no oxygen. Then the army entered a few minutes later and the bombing increased around the hospital. The army ordered people to leave the hospital into safe areas through the checkpoint .Everyone was screaming in fear, “We will die, we will die.” I looked at my sister and saw that she was in a coma and could not breathe. I did not move a muscle because of the horror of the situation.My sister died.
I lost my sister. The whole world has become too small for my eyes.
Now we are living with my brother who suffers from cystic fibrosis. He needs to do fumigation constantly and we do not have electricity and we need solar energy to do fumigation and we do not have any money to buy it and he needs a vaporizer as it was destroyed in Gaza as a result of the bombing of the entire house and he suffers from malnutrition with no food, medicine or clean water. Now he lives in a refugee camp in a tent that does not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. In summer, we are burning from the heat. In winter,We are drowning in the rain and the pieces of cloth do not prevent the winter rain from falling on our heads while we sleep.The camp we live in is a source of pollution and diseases. It does not have the minimum necessities of life, such as water, food, clothes, electricity, cooking gas, kitchen, or a bathroom. Everyday we go to stand in a long queue to get water to drink and wash. However, it is unhealthy. We have no source of income and no breadwinner. We are a family of ten children. God helps the servant as long as the servant helps his brother. Please help me , my brother, and my family. Help us by donating at the following link.
Melissa Mohammed-Allaham
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