Help Fadel the injured to get rid of the pain and live safe

My name is Fadel Al Dani, a third-year student in Information Technology, 23 years old. My life has not been normal for a long time. Since the beginning of the conflict with the Israeli occupation, we have been living in a recurring cycle of displacement and fear. We have moved more than five times from one house to another, searching for a safe haven from the bombs that are falling like rain. Each time we hoped to find a place far from danger, but the war left no room for hope.

Fate eventually brought us back to our home, and we thought it would be our last refuge. But one dark night, shells rained down on us, destroying our home and injuring me and my family. The pain at that moment was indescribable, and we did not know if we would survive or become just another number in the death toll.

My family and I were transferred in extremely dangerous conditions to a hospital in the southern part of the Gaza Strip because the hospitals in the north had completely collapsed. The journey was full of death and fear, as if we were crossing a road covered in gunpowder and blood. We finally reached the hospital where the doctors were able to remove some of the shrapnel that had penetrated my body, but there were still shrapnel stuck inside me that they could not remove. The surgery I need is very complicated and cannot be performed here due to the lack of medical resources.

Now I live in constant pain every day, and the shrapnel in my body reminds me every moment that I am racing against time. I must leave Gaza as soon as possible because the danger here never stops, and the shrapnel moves inside me, and the bombing follows us everywhere. I am the person who most deserves to get out for treatment and get rid of this pain. My travel cost $7,000 to get out of Gaza and $3,000 for treatment, which means a total of $10,000. It is a large sum, but I have no other choice. Every passing moment brings me closer to death, and all I can do is ask for help, even a little, in the hope that I will survive and get out of this ordeal.

The more I feel the pain of the shrapnel still inside me, the more determined I am to stay. We are in constant danger here and we desperately need to leave. I beg you to help us, even if it is by sharing my story or a small amount, because any support could save our lives.