Hamada's life changed. Evacuate me !

This story is narrated in the voice of Hamada.

Note: The arrangement of the story paragraphs is created by the author.

Here is Hamada story:

Hello world, my name is Ahmed Mohammed and my nickname is Hamada. I'm from Gaza and I live in Beit Hanoun. I'm 6 years old. I finished kindergarten last year with an excellent grade. It was a wonderful year filled with very beautiful memories.

This picture gathers me with my friends at my kindergarten on my birthday:

This year, I joined the first grade of elementary school and studied in my school for only a month and a half before the outbreak of the war. A month and a half were enough for me to create beautiful memories in my school.

So, I really love my school. I wake up in the morning feeling energetic, my lovely mom prepares my delicious breakfast, I wear my beautiful clothes, grab my small bag, my dear dad gives me my daily allowance, and I wait with my mom for my school bus to take me early to attend the morning assembly at school.

I had wonderful friends, and I was loved by everyone: my friends and my teachers. My intelligence and excellence in class, as well as my neat and beautiful appearance, always distinguished me.

I have a lovely small family. My dad, Mohammed 31, and my mom, Rehana 27. My younger brothers, Jamal 4, and Tiem 2.

The most beautiful thing in my life is my wonderful parents. Our life was very beautiful. I enjoyed my life in their embrace. We used to have a great time on every occasion; my lovely parents always strived to provide every comfort for us.

My dear dad, Mohammed, loves us very much. He buys us food, clothes, and beautiful toys. The happiest moments of my day are always when I see him coming back from his work with new gifts in his hand.

My lovely mom, Rehana, tirelessly takes care of us at home. She prepares delicious food for us and chooses the most beautiful clothes. She always ensures that we are the happiest and most beautiful people. Every day, she prepares everything I need for my school day, waits with me for my school bus, holds my hand to the bus, kisses me goodbye, and when I return, I find her waiting for me at the door, embracing me warmly.

My brother Jamal, my buddy with whom I always quarrel over the beautiful toys our dad buys for us, yet at the same time, we share the delicious sweets our mom makes for us. I love him so much.

My little brother Tiem is the sweetest thing in our home.

Since the first day of the war, we have been displaced from our home. The sounds of explosions and shelling accompanied us constantly. I hate these sounds so much and I don't want to remember them. We lived in the school. I returned to my school again, but this time in a way I had never seen before. I felt that this place, which I had always loved, had changed its shape and become terrifying. I could hear the sounds of bombs and missiles, and I saw the smoke of the shelling. For the first time, I felt that my school was an unsafe place.

This picture is from the early days of the war in my school, which was later destroyed:

After that, we fled to another school. On the way, We witnessed very terrible events. I saw everything had been destroyed. I will never forget this destruction. When we arrived at the school, it was even uglier and worse than before, as it was crowded with people and very dirty. At first, we got very little food, and I remember there was no clean drinking water for over a week. It was the first time for me to stand in a line other than the school line; I stood with my dad in line to get clean water. During those days, both my younger little Tiem and I fell ill.

We fled once again to another school, but this time my dad made a small tent for us to live in the schoolyard. I don't know how our beautiful home was replaced by a tent!

I wasn't used to seeing my beautiful mom wash our clothes by hand in a primitive way, and the hardest part was seeing her light the firewood to cook for us, her eyes reddened from the smoke and exhaustion taking its toll. I no longer want everything from my parents handed to me on a silver platter; I want to always help them.

Despite my dad telling me that our home had been destroyed, I still dream of returning to it someday. My school bag, which I have dreamt of many times, often crosses my mind, and I often imagine picking it up again and taking a fresh look at my books and pencils inside it! The last thing I remember is that it had a small candy given to me by my class teacher as a reward for my good behavior. Even this memory was taken from me by the war when I learned that my school had also been destroyed.

Our beautiful destroyed home:

I still don't know why all of this happened to us and what our fault is. But what I do know is that my bag, my toys, and Jamal, buried under the rubble of our home, I still want them back.

The Eid came and went, and I didn't wear my new clothes as I used to do before. That saddens me, and I hope Eid won't be like this again.

Today you hear my voice, perhaps tomorrow you may not be able to !

Please help me evacuate my family, rebuild our lives, and revive my dream anew. It's my right to live with my family in peace, away from bombings, explosions, death, and all this destruction. It is my right to live a beautiful life in a clean environment, free from diseases. It is my right to enjoy my mother's delicious breakfast again in our beautiful home, and to go to my school to continue my education, not to live in a tent in its courtyard!

It is my right to live with love and peace like other children around the world. Thank you.

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HOW WILL HAMADA'S FAMILY USE THE MONEY ?

We will use the money to assist us in evacuating our family through the Rafah/Egypt crossing.

This is our only chance to survive and we humbly seek your assistance now more than ever.

Below is a comprehensive breakdown of the expenses to evacuate the 5 of us, provided for transparency and understanding:

* Passport fees: $120 per person.

* Minimum living costs: $2500 per month.

* Rafah/Egypt crossing: $5100 per person.

* Rafah/Egypt crossing: $2500 per child.

* Transaction fee of 2.9% + £0.25 deducted automatically from each donation.

Thank you for taking the time to read Hamada story, thank you once again for any support you can give us during this horrific nightmare.