Urgent! Help Ghassan's family and his sons in Gaza

My name is Ghassan Fahmi Loulou, born in Gaza in 1956. Never in my life did I imagine I would find myself unable to provide even the most basic necessities for my family. But the war has changed everything. On October 10th, after three days of relentless bombing, our home was struck by an air raid. We lost everything. From that moment, we were forcibly displaced to the south of Gaza, to the Al-Zawaida area in Deir al-Balah. We had no choice but to flee, searching for safety. Now, my family and I are living in a tent, trying to survive day by day.

I support a large family consisting of four daughters and three sons. My greatest concern is my son Mohammad, who is 36 years old. Mohammad has special needs, suffering from electric seizures, and he requires essential medications such as Tegretol and Topamax on a continuous basis. Mohammad also has a small family of his own, including his wife and three children, and I am the sole provider for them all. Due to his condition, Mohammad is unable to work, and I cannot bear the thought of him going without the medication that his life depends on.

As for myself, I suffer from chronic illnesses—high blood pressure, diabetes, and sciatica. Despite these challenges, I do everything in my power to support my family in these dire circumstances. But the situation has become unbearable. The war has severed all means of living. There is no electricity, and we rely on charging our phones through solar-powered kiosks. But when the sun doesn’t shine or the weather is cloudy, we are completely cut off from even this basic necessity, leaving us without any means to access the internet or communicate with the outside world.

Clean water is a distant dream. We barely manage to eat enough to stave off hunger. This isn’t about full meals; it’s simply about survival. There are no hospitals or medications available, and if any of us fall ill, we have no way to receive treatment. Even the simplest daily tasks, like washing clothes by hand or cleaning up sewage water, have become monumental challenges. And all of this while living in a tent, with no source of income and no resources.

I am writing to you today because we are in desperate need of help. This is not a life; it is a daily struggle for survival. My family and I are living under conditions that defy description. We need your support—not just for food and medication, but to restore a small fraction of the humanity that this war has taken from us.