Help me to save the Left of my family from Gaza
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We're appealing to anyone who can help us in this Emergency situation because of a Massacre happened to our family. It is as real as it is tragic and well documented.
We're Mohammed, Bayan, Ramadan Meghari and we trying to rise money to save our 4 Sisters ,What is left of the family , by getting them out from Gaza to receive treatment
My Parent was killed in a strike that also killed 22 members of the family in This incident :
On the 9th of October, my father’s house was bombed. My family survived this bombing and were displaced to an apartment for us in my grandfather’s house.
A few days later, on the 17th of October, at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, the entire residential area was bombed, where all my family was , 22 members of my family were killed at that moment :
My father : He worked as university professor and in his own laboratory, which was also destroyed in Gaza City as well
My mother : She was a teacher
My 22-years-old sister : She was graduating this year as a computer engineer
My 6-years-old sister
My 90-years-old Grandfather
Three of my uncles
The family of my uncle , their sons and daughters ,their young grandchildren.
My aunt and her three children who were displaced to our place .
The family members who were killed:
Some of the survivors my sister (Shahad Meghari) , 16 years old , She was pulled from under the rubble :
See below
My father in our new built house
The residential neighbourhood was completely destroyed with our second apartment.
the moment when Six bombs fell, a family's demise, Dreams extinguished, In shattered fragments, souls erased ,Silent echoes in the void remain,
After this incident, I became responsible for my sisters because we had no home or relatives left to help us, while being here in Germany I'm not able to do anything to get them in safe place or out of Gaza ,
Especially because of the difficult conditions they are living in now. They were displaced to Rafah and live there alone , and suffer from a lack of food, drink, health and hygiene supplies.
I cannot imagine what they are going through now, especially since they are girls alone without a brother or father to bring them their basic needs, not to mention the high prices of food, water and the lack of money
Because what is left of my family are my Sisters as there is no hope left to continue life under these difficult circumstances in Gaza anymore .Especially after we lost our parents, our houses were completely destroyed, our source of livelihood, and literally everything.
The goal for my campaign is to get them out of Gaza through the Egyptian border, pay for their visas and passports, and have a amount of money for Medical and psychological treatment after or during the war.
I'm assuring that 100% of the donations will be used for helping them get out of Gaza or in any way to alleviate this tragedy. We have lost a lot and we hope for help
Donations will be spent on:
(Due to the difficulties in Gaza, prices are very high)
7,000 $ for each person who wants to leave for Egypt,it is paid in Egypt at the crossing.
about 100$ per person to obtain and translate official papers and passports.
about $300 per person for transportation to the crossing, accommodation in hotels or the like, and then to Cairo Airport.
Please feel free to ask me anything about this tragic accident. It is as real as it is tragic. One of the tragedies that happened to my family in Gaza.
This is not just donations, but saving lives. Nothing can compensate for what we lost
Any help you can give would be very appreciated.even just sharing our story , Thank you so much for helping me and my family, Thank you for your humanity . This would be life-changing For my family's tragedy
father, mother and two sisters
In the words of my sister Shahad
“the survivor from under the rubble”
At the dawn of the second night of the war in Gaza Strip ... God destined that our house would be bombed and God destined that we move to our other house, which is in the large family home... So another story began, with a title of “Fleeing from God’s Destiny to God’s Destiny”,
after some days had passed. I do not remember what happened in detail. What I remember is that I suddenly woke up and I do not know what made me take a turn around the house. I started my steps and walked to my mother’s room and found her sleeping like an angel. I continued my way and reached my sisters’ room. I found only my sister Shaima lying on her bed.. I didn’t know this was the last time I would see them. I arrived at the living room. I checked my phone. It was 1:57 and suddenly I don't know what happened to me. I can't move. What? Is something crushing me? I understood a little, we were targeted, but why, where are my family? Am I the only survivor? I remember how I was breathing with difficulty. All I was breathing was dust and gunpowder, but I did not despair. I turned to God and began to remember Him, reading prayers . During that time, I felt that someone had crushed my head. someone stepped on me ,I was in pain screamed loudly , and I began to beg for help and scream in hope. For someone to hear me and take me out of that hell, but I am screaming, is my voice not heard? From the intensity of the screaming, I felt that my vocal cords had been torn. I fainted again and only found myself in the arms of a thin, dark-skinned man, and the veins in his hand were visible . The first thing I said was (I am Shahd, I am Shahd). I heard the sound of cheering from the men there, a Survivor a Survivor , and then I felt that they put me on a stretcher. Ambulance: I fainted again. I felt like I was on a hospital bed with oxygen devices on my face. I could not open my eyes, but I could hear the voices of the wounded in pain and the voices of children crying. The sounds of devices, screams, and raids. I tried to open my eyes. I couldn’t.
Have I gone blind? It doesn’t matter. I started thinking about my family. Are they okay? I didn't even finish my thought. I found the doctor inserting a stitch into my cheek. I cannot describe the pain I was feeling at the time, as if the doctor was stitching in my face. Can you imagine? I could feel the needle going in and out. my cousin, was next to me, but despite that, I felt lonely. I wanted my mother and father by my side. I was patient, and the reason for my patience was that I was remembering God and seeking His help, and the torment of the stitches finally ended. I could hear them ordering me to open my eyes, and I was saying, “I can’t.” I felt like there were stones in my eyes, and they decided. They cleaned my eyes and put a solution in them. I felt that they were wiping inside my eyes. I was able to see and finally I saw. The first thing I saw were many strange faces. I only recognized the face of one of my relatives. Then they took me to the gate of the children’s department because I was still a 16-year-old child. I went through all this when I was only 16 years old. Only 16 years old. I don’t know what drove me to ask my cousin ,is my dad died?. He tried to reassure me and told me they were all alive. I wanted to believe him, but there was a feeling inside me that my parents were killed . I remembered my married sister Bayan. I asked him about her. She is my only hope. He told me she was fine. I asked him about my sisters, Reham Hanaa Shaima. He tried. He reassured me again. Silence. I was so weak that I was unable to speak. The doctor came because I was feeling pain in my chest. He tried to examine me. I felt like a knife had entered my chest. Then they took me to a cold place where there was no one. I could only hear the sound of the devices. Finally, they decided to take me out of the hospital and I stayed. For about an hour, I was waiting for transportation. They found a car for me, and finally I got into it and arrived at my relatives’ house. I entered the house and found my sister Bayan, her eyes like embers and full of tears. I knew that my parents were killed , but where was Shaima. Was she also killed ? I entered the house and lay on the bed in severe pain. I could not shed a single tear. I tried to sleep even it didn’t come due to the severity of my pain. I hear a ringing in my ears and every raid I hear, I remember how I was under the rubble. My story is not over yet.
It is the beginning. I will live a new life without 23 members of my family, without a mother to hug me... and without a father to support me.
Fundraising team (3)
Mohammed Meghari
Organizer
Ramadan Meghari
Team member
Bayan Meghari
Team member