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I am running this campaign on behalf of Asma and Shahd in Gaza. Please, share and donate if you can! Here is a message from Asma.
Hello, I’m Asmaa from Gaza.
I was born in 1991.
I’m a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I’m the youngest.
My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.
I worked in a private job.
I received a salary that covered my and my mother’s expenses as much as possible.
We were happy until the war came.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.
My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn’t go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.
My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.
We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja’iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.
During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape… Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals. We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.
Anonymous
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Campaign Story
United States
I am running this campaign on behalf of Asma and Shahd in Gaza. Please, share and donate if you can! Here is a message from Asma.
Hello, I’m Asmaa from Gaza.
I was born in 1991.
I’m a girl from a family of seven boys and six girls, and I’m the youngest.
My mother and I live in a house left to us by my father. I studied at university and graduated with a degree in basic education.
I worked in a private job.
I received a salary that covered my and my mother’s expenses as much as possible.
We were happy until the war came.
The war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023.
Here, hell began for us in Gaza. I lost my job and became unemployed. My mother owns nothing, and I own nothing.
My mother was displaced to the southern Gaza Strip for 15 months. I didn’t go with her. It was months of longing for my mother and siblings.
My brothers Mahmoud and Ashraf stayed behind.
We were displaced several times because I live in the Shuja’iyya neighborhood, a border area close to the army.
During the displacement on June 27, 2024, we left the house and raced along the road to escape the shells and planes. Then came the lightning strike. The shock was that death was faster than my brothers could escape… Here, here, we lost our loved ones. I lost my brothers, the apple of my eye, Mahmoud and Ashraf. Mahmoud left no children. As for Ashraf, he left behind his sons who grieve, and my mother is in pain because they departed to God without a farewell, without a kiss on their foreheads, a farewell kiss. After a while, we returned home. The house had been severely damaged by demolition and stones that had fallen from their places, which used to shelter us and protect us. Now, nothing protects us except some worn-out tarpaulins that do not protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. Our suffering is great, but with your help, we may reach a better and dignified life. I appeal to you to help me support myself, my mother, my loved ones, and my family. What you provide makes a difference in our lives as individuals. We live in a world that has forgotten the meaning of humanity and giving. May God bless you all.
Anonymous