Help Fadi keep his family alive in Gaza

Fadi's Story:

My name is Fadi. I was in my first year at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, studying engineering, and I dreamed of a better future for myself and my family. I was a young man full of hope and ambition, striving to become an engineer and help improve my family's life. My family consisted of seven members: my father, who worked in construction, my mother, who was always a source of comfort and safety, my four siblings who were my companions in everything, and my grandmother, who was the symbol of wisdom in our family.

Despite the many challenges we faced in Gaza, I held on to the hope that I would succeed in my studies and achieve my dream. I believed that education would be the key to our future, so I worked hard in my studies, always trying to make the most of every moment at the university, despite the difficult circumstances.

Then came that day that I will never forget. The war. I was at the university, taking my first-year exams, when the sound of bombing grew closer, and everything began to change rapidly. The university turned into an unsafe place, and we all ran in an attempt to escape. I was in a state of shock, unable to believe what was happening around me. That’s when I started thinking about my family, our home, and everything that could happen.

Our family decided to leave the house in an attempt to survive. It was a heartbreaking moment because leaving meant losing safety, but it was the only option to stay alive. We displaced ourselves to another location far from the bombing. Despite the fear and confusion, my biggest hope was that we could return to our home safely after the war ended.

After a long period of waiting, once the war had calmed down, we decided to return to our house. When we arrived at the place that had once been our home, the shock was too much to bear. Our house, which was once a place of comfort and security, was completely destroyed. The walls that once held our memories had collapsed, and the furniture that represented part of our lives had vanished entirely. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Everything had been destroyed before our eyes, and all that was left was rubble of memories.

It was devastating, we had lost everything. But the most painful part was that we had lost hope for the future. We no longer had a place to return to, and I no longer had the ability to continue my studies. The situation had become more difficult than ever. We were in desperate need of money, food, and medicine, and every day became a new challenge to survive.

Although the war had ended, our wounds remained open. I can’t forget those moments, and I can’t stop thinking about how to help my family through this tough time. Today, we need your support, the helping hand that can help us overcome this crisis. We need all the help we can get to start building a new life.