Help Tamer and his family keep them safe

Tamer Shaaban is raising money to help his family get out of Gaza because the Israeli occupation bombed their homes in northern Gaza and he lost his parents, grandmother, sister, her children and her husband. Now Gaza is under a severe siege now. The money raised will be used for the following purposes:

Number of Tamer's family members:

A Message from the Creator:

Hello everyone, I am Chris C. Magson. As many of you have seen and heard, we are witnessing the mass brutality being inflicted on the Palestinian people. This should not happen to anyone and should not be tolerated. I am raising money to help Tamer and his family, so they can leave Gaza safely.

Please read my story below:

IMPORTANT: In the event that my family and I are bombed and lose our lives, this money will go to help the poor in Gaza.

Hello everyone, I am Tamer, a second year student at the Faculty of Information Technology at the Islamic University of Gaza, majoring in Mobile Computing and Smart Device Applications.

I am very happy with the beginning of my university career and achieving what I have been aspiring to throughout my academic career. From graduating from high school to university and then to work and stability, my family of 11 and I lived a quiet and beautiful life. We celebrated our small achievements, each of us striving to achieve his dreams. Al-Diabla worked tirelessly to raise us. We had a house in Gaza City, in Al-Nasr neighborhood, the most upscale and active neighborhood in the city. Our house was beautiful and spacious, filled with security and peace, and many beautiful memories inside it and in its beautiful garden filled with many trees. Recently, we celebrated the achievement of my older brother Anas in obtaining his postgraduate studies "master's" with honors from the College of Administration after studying hard and diligently and also obtained an honors grade in his bachelor's degree from the College of Engineering at the Islamic University. My sister Fatima also graduated from the Islamic University from the College of Education with honors and ranked second in her class. We were proud of their achievement. We were also preparing to celebrate my sister Fatima's graduation to celebrate her also getting her Master's degree from the College of Education. Our life was perfect financially, emotionally and socially, we did not feel any lack or deprivation of anything. Recently we celebrated our new granddaughter "my niece Iman" Yumna, she was the most beautiful gift from God to our family. We had two little granddaughters, Butterfly Maria and Princess

Elena, and my older brother had Princess Dana who dreamed of becoming a doctor in the future and her brother Majd who dreamed of becoming a pilot, while my second brother had the lovely Amal who dreamed of becoming a teacher and her brother Amir the naughty who dreamed of becoming a policeman and a football player, and they were waiting for a new member to join their family, while my third brother, Engineer Fathi, had Queen Ward who dreamed of becoming a pharmacist like her mother. I also cannot forget the children of my older sister Omar, the eldest son, who was very well-mannered and loved by the family, as he was the eldest grandchild and our first joy. He was a professional football player and loved swimming and computer games like crazy, while his sister Ghada loved design and drawing. She was very skilled. As for Batoul, she was very beautiful and was arrogant about her beauty. As for their younger brother Ahmed, he loved playing ball, he was very young. They were the most beautiful things that God gave us. Our house was full of happiness and joy with their presence.

Our family was large, warm, loving and close-knit, but on October 7, tragedy struck, shattering our lives in moments. We entered a terrifying reality, subjected to a harsh siege in which we suffered from various types of physical and psychological exhaustion and hunger. What made matters worse was that on Sunday morning, October 8, at 7:15 a.m., our house in the Al-Nasr neighborhood was bombed by three F-16 missiles from Israeli occupation aircraft, which led to the loss of my sister, her husband and her children (Omar, Ghada, Batoul and Ahmed), and the rest of the family sustained moderate to serious injuries. Then we headed to our other house in northern Gaza. We lived through very difficult nights, as the airstrikes did not stop for a single moment. Two days later, we received a call from my sister Iman’s husband, who was trapped in his home with his family in the Al-Karama neighborhood, and was literally under the rubble, along with his family members. The screaming and shelling were very terrifying and after several hours we called the Red Cross and the Red Crescent to rescue them but they could not reach the area due to the intensity of the shelling and after their attempts... Finally they were rescued by the Red Cross and they were under the rubble and they had very deep and serious injuries and the tragedy did not end yet. On Sunday 15/10/2023, a week after our house in Al-Nasr neighborhood was shelled, our house in Mashrough Beit Lahia was shelled with a violent and dense belt of fire and we could not escape and while we were trying to escape the street was shelled and I lost my father as he was directly targeted by a missile and my father was martyred in front of my eyes and I lost consciousness from the owner of the scene and the shock after that we went to my uncle's house in Jabalia camp. We lived through very difficult days as the shelling continued around the clock and the belts of fire did not stop. On 27/10/2023, my brothers and I went to check on what remained of our house. When we arrived home, the bombing intensified, shrapnel was flying around us and fires were burning everywhere. We were truly besieged. At that time, the airstrikes did not stop for a single moment, from 1:00 pm on Friday until 8:00 am on Saturday. The occupation cut off the internet in Gaza so that the world would not know what was happening in Gaza. It was a suspicious day that I will never forget until today. On the 28th of October, my mother went to buy some important supplies for the house. While she was in the market, the market was bombed and there were many innocent people in it. We were shocked. We did not want to lose our mother either. What happened was enough. We searched for her in the hospitals and thank God we found her. She had moderate injuries. During the operation to find my mother, I lost 10 of my friends who were in the market during the bombing. They were actually martyred. I was terrified, afraid and depressed. The tragedy was not over yet...!! On January 2, 2024, the occupation forces besieged Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza, where my grandmother was receiving treatment. During the siege, due to the intensity of the shelling, missiles, and occupation tanks surrounding the hospital from all directions, we lost contact with my uncle, who was taking care of my grandmother’s health, along with his pregnant wife and young child. We were following the news closely. Drones were firing at anyone trying to leave the hospital, and an occupation sniper was standing in front of the hospital’s back door, killing anyone trying to leave. Armed occupation soldiers and their dogs entered the hospital, which was full of patients, wounded, and elderly people. After days of fear and anxiety, we received news about my grandmother that the dogs had attacked her, which led to poisoning in her body and her loss of consciousness, which led to her death. While my uncle was arrested by the occupation forces, we have not heard anything about him to this day. His pregnant wife miscarried her child out of fear, and the occupation soldiers beat her. Their young child was critically injured. The fear was clear on our faces and the faces of our grandchildren, and their fear broke my heart. Looking into their eyes and seeing this fear and brokenness in the eyes of the children. Innocent people who did nothing wrong, they lost their loving grandfather, their beloved aunt, and their cousins ​​who were waiting for them moment by moment, it was very painful.

This link shows the moment my family was pulled out from under the rubble in Al-Nasr neighborhood

The moment my family was captured in the Al-Nasr a

This link shows the night of the violent fire belt

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The occupation did not stop there, but continued to starve us and deprive us of water, which eventually forced us to grind fodder and try to make bread from it to alleviate the hunger of the children who were severely malnourished and dehydrated. The suffering and tragedy were intense, which eventually forced us to leave what remained of our home against our will and flee to southern Gaza, carrying only the clothes we were wearing, leaving behind our memories and everything we owned in an attempt to escape death and survive in the shadow of this genocide that spared no one. We fled to southern Gaza, feeling helpless and oppressed amidst the destruction, tanks and scattered corpses, some decomposed and some freshly killed, amidst the muzzles of enemy guns that we knew were skillfully aimed at our skulls, ignoring our wounds and the exhaustion of my 65-year-old mother, who suffers from bone diseases, osteoporosis and arthritis, and needs intensive medical care and regular medication. But with the beginning of the war, my mother suffered from a lack of medical care and medication, which led to the deterioration of her health.

The road was very scary, the road of death, with shells flying around us, a burning car in front of us, and corpses lying on the ground with dogs eating their flesh.

We walked for hours until we reached Deir al-Balah, expecting it to be a safe haven for us and our young children, but the reality was harsh and difficult. The bombing and destruction did not stop, we did not know where to go, hunger and exhaustion exhausted our bodies, we suffered from lack of money, food and drinking water in a bleak scene of darkness and cold. The suffering increased when my mother’s health deteriorated and all the remaining medications ran out, making it difficult to obtain them, and when available they were very expensive, which broke my heart. We tried to save some medications, but unfortunately they ran out in the end.

We were on the brink of death several times, but every time a miracle saved us from danger. I still remember trying to help our neighbors collect the remains of their son after their house was bombed. The nightmares, fear and horror of what I saw and felt still haunt me. Our suffering continued, as we received news of the bombing of the remaining part of our beloved house in northern Gaza, the bombing of our father’s car, another chalet we own in northern Gaza, and a plot of land belonging to my brother, then the bombing of our cousins’ house in Nuseirat camp, killing 25 of them, most of them children and women.

We have lost everything, and all we have left are exhausted souls trying to survive in this miserable situation every day. Those souls have lost hope and surrendered to death after their means of survival were cut off, and despair took over them. We found no shelter for 19 people, most of them children, except for a small tent in Deir al-Balah, our last refuge despite its coldness and small size. We were deprived of the most basic forms of life: water, food, safety and warmth. Prices were extremely high, and obtaining food was difficult. Children’s diseases worsened, and their health deteriorated due to the lack of food and water pollution. Hepatitis spread among us due to the pollution and shared bathrooms in the refugee camp where we live, and we all contracted the Corona virus, and my brother Anas contracted a kidney stone, and we spent everything we had to get treatment to survive these diseases.

Unfortunately, they bombed the university where I was studying, the Islamic University that embraced our dreams and ambitions. By the way, all of my family members are graduates of this university. It was a moment of despair and hopelessness. Destruction surrounded us from all sides, and dreams faded before our eyes. But in light of these difficult circumstances, we must find the strength to continue and rebuild.

Islamic University

Hope can be born from the rubble, and resilience can spark a belief in a better tomorrow.

"The stone builds us, and the womb as long as it works brings children"

And my father used to say, "Hardships do the impossible"

Therefore, I find myself in an unprecedented situation, compelled to reach out to you for your compassionate help to save my life and the life of my family, and escape this war. But the price of salvation is high, as we must pay $5,000 each to evacuate Gaza and go to Egypt. We have lost all our material possessions, but we do not want to lose our lives, so I have no choice but to humbly ask for your help. This fundraising campaign is a beacon of hope for us to survive, and it is our only lifeline in the midst of the abyss of despair. With a heavy heart, I encourage your generosity to help us overcome this incomprehensible proverb. Your contribution could mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for that reason, we are eternally grateful for any support.

Thank you for your kindness and unwavering compassion in our darkest times. I hope we can achieve peace after all this suffering.

Important: If my family and I are bombed and die, this money will go to help the poor in Gaza.

The funds will be collected in an Australian bank account (Bank Account) and then transferred to the family via PayPal/Western Union or bank transfer to the family in Gaza to meet their basic needs. For evacuation purposes, we will send the funds to Tamer’s friend in Turkey to help facilitate my family’s transfer from Gaza to Egypt and help use the funds to register the family for travel.

Additional funds will be raised to meet basic needs in Egypt after the evacuation and ultimately help the family migrate to their preferred country.

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