Help us provide medical supplies to our people

My name is Mostafa Al-Athamna. I work as a pharmacist, and I am 29 years old. I live through the Gaza war, which has taken everything we own and left us broken. That's why I am here...

In northern Gaza, I lived a life full of giving and work. I owned a small pharmacy, but it was filled with hope and healing for the people. Among the shelves of medicine and the smiles of patients after their recovery, I built my dreams. The pharmacy was a refuge for the sick and the needy, and my home next to it held the most beautiful moments of my life with my small family.

But the war left me with nothing. In a cruel moment, bombs fell on my pharmacy, which was a symbol of healing, and destroyed my home, which held the memories of my childhood and dreams. I found myself displaced with my family, and my wife, who carries a child in her womb, is set to give birth amidst fear, destruction, and hunger. I was forced to leave northern Gaza, carrying a heart burdened with pain and sorrow.

We settled in southern Gaza, in Deir al-Balah, inside a small tent. But I did not give up. I started again and opened a simple pharmacy inside that tent. Despite the limited resources and supplies, I continued to provide treatment and assistance to those around me. I have come to rely on what little medicine remains, fighting every day to alleviate the suffering of patients in a region ravaged by war.

Today, I find myself in dire need of support. I need financial donations to expand this small pharmacy, so I can provide the necessary medicines and supplies to treat people, especially as the need for medical care grows in these difficult circumstances. Every time I hand out medicine to a patient, I remember my old pharmacy and the dream that has not died despite the destruction.