PLEASE SUPPORT MUHANAD AND HIS FAMILY IN PALESTINE

 Palestinian family dying of hunger, fear and terror from bombing and genocide Hello, my name is Patricia O'Keefe and I live in Berkshire, UK. I am raising funds for the Darwish family in Gaza. , Muhanad and his family are friends of mine and of my family and I hope to help them leave as soon as they get the chance. I have done this work to raise funds for this wonderful family suffering from war. A short story about Muhanads family, they were living their daily lives like all of us, one day, their lives were turned upside down. Muhanads family, his mother, brother and sisters were killed when bombs fell on his home in Gaza. Mohammed and his three children survived and were unable to fight to survive and get out of the war zone. There is a humanitarian crisis. There is no access to any food or water. It is dif Their only chance to not continue living is to escape the war zone. However, this is expensive; we are in constant contact with good people; however, we are not in a position to provide our financial support, but we appreciate our efforts in any way. The condition is getting worse every minute. It is devastating and sad to see my beautiful family suffering in difficulty. It is not worth living this way. Please, from my heart, help this wife. Do not take them. Please do not leave the illusion like this. Every cent has the value of quality. There are so many good people, and there is a great opportunity. Please show your beautiful hearts and support. . This is their heartbreaking story I am Muhannad. I live in Gaza. I have 3 children. My eldest son Yousef is 5 years old, my youngest daughter Jourie is 4 years old and my youngest daughter Julie is 8 months old. She was born during the war. We have lived through very difficult days since the war broke out. Every moment we were escaping certain death. I lost my family because of the war, my house was destroyed, I was displaced and lost my job. We were dreaming of a perfect life. The last time we escaped.. from death.. was in the last massacre in Al-Mawasi in Khan Younis.. I was living in Al-Mawasi.. I did not realize what happened.. We miraculously escaped and fled.. Quickly, we left everything behind. Everything I owned in that place, the tent, food, drink, and personal belongings such as clothes, turned to ashes because of what happened. We saw, including what he could not describe. It was only moments... everything was going on normally, the life that the displaced knew in the camps and on the roads they chose - the sound of loud explosions... followed by the sound of screaming and wailing there... screaming from everywhere, nothing could be heard but its echo, nothing was possible, clouds. ... tons of explosives on the tents of the displaced, on the street vendors in the middle of the night, on the passersby.... tons of explosives on the people of Manlay.... Quick moments and the sounds stopped, and everything began.... and when that cloud receded.... Look!!!! - Those who stood on the side of the road selling and earning a living were turned into pieces, each piece of their body in one place.. - Those who were passing by on the road were swallowed by the earth... There were those who resolved to disappear and at this moment it was decided not to determine their location or grave... - The mother who was holding her children's hands and walking on the road... She found only a piece of her hand, but her children did not find her... - The taxi passengers burned and decomposed inside the cars... A row of people stopped drinking water from that last one. The one that was lying there, and their bottle remained in its place... So blood became what quenched their thirst after an intense thirst... And the road was filled with remains, the remains of Mubarak and dozens of children who were buried without identification. - I washed the floor three times and did not choose the smell of blood, corpses and torn flesh that fills the place there.. No one wants to pass by there, the smell is a necessity, is there a human slaughterhouse here, a piece where more than 200 martyrs were slaughtered, their blood was not washed away, trying to lift the limbs stuck on the sides of the road. Very difficult things that do not need to be mentioned, we are psychologically exhausted because of what happened, everything was destroyed, my soul, my children and my wife. All the world leaders were burned in this missile attack. We are very hungry and the children suffer from skin infections, ear infections and illness, and I pray that we can survive this burning fire. A dangerous place at the first opportunity for a safe country Please help no matter how small.

I will send any donations to Muhannad through my bank in the United Kingdom I have already been able to send them money from my personal money on three occasions through their bank account Thank you I am Patricia and I live in Berkshire in the United Kingdom I am in contact with Muhannad on Messenger and WhatsApp daily