Help a family from Gaza

Hello, I am Ibtisam Al-Habil.

My suffering began in 2014 when my husband was martyred, and I was left alone with my seven children and my daughter, Nour, who suffers a Congenital Heart Disease, without a provider or any helped. I faced life's difficulties in all its forms alone. When my children grew up, Omar studied at Al-Azhar University in the Faculty of Nursing. With a "son of martyr" grant he was able to study for his medical degree and become a doctor. He worked at Al-Shifa Hospital temporarily and was unable to get a job. He helped me and we built a house from scratch. We supported each other to provide the necessities of life for my children and provide treatment for my young daughter, Nour.

Nour is a heart patient and had open-heart surgery when she was seven months old. She suffers from brain atrophy and delayed growth, and Omar became Nour’s doctor. He used to give her growth hormone injections on a daily basis.

Noha joined the College of Pharmacy, and in 2023, my children, Muhammad and Abeer, became in their orientation year. During this period, our lives were like an ideal, and joy entered our lives and Omar got married.

On October 7, something happened that we did not expect. The disastrous war began. I left my house from the first day, forced. Because of the brutal Israeli occupation, without anything, just my hands in the hands of my children, we were displaced to the shelter schools after our house and neighborhood were completely destroyed, and we spent the most difficult days of our lives. Then the occupation bombed the school, and we miraculously survived and went to Al-Shifa Hospital under the bombing. We slept on the sand without a cover, and we only had the clothes wear. Then we were forced to flee on the morning of the fourteenth of November to the safe area in the south of the Gaza Strip in Rafah.

On the morning of the sixteenth of November, the tragedy of my life occurred and my heart was broken by the martyrdom of Omar, who was like a father to his brothers... he was the breadwinner for me, his brothers, and his wife!

He went to get firewood to cook food when the place was bombed. His little brother was injured and had more than a hundred stitches. His eardrum was punctured, and the tendons in his foot and hand were cut, and his body was filled with shrapnel. I and my children were left without support and without shelter. We currently live in a school. Because of my inability to provide a tent or anything else.

The shelter school is an unsuitable environment for living, and it is full of diseases and hepatitis. Nour suffers every day due to diseases. She's immunocompromised, and I must take her to the hospital every day.

I hope for help to save my remaining children from this war and for my daughter to complete her university studies, as she was a senior pharmaceutical student before the war, to complete her studies and help me build our lives again, from scratch.

This fund will be handed through my friend Yaser