Help the injured Fadel and save his family

My name is Fadel Al-Dany, a 23-year-old third-year IT student. My life hasn't been normal for a long time. Since the beginning of the conflict with the occupation, we've lived in a recurring cycle of displacement and fear. We moved from one house to another more than five times, searching for a safe haven. Each time, we hoped to find a place far from danger, but our circumstances left no room for hope or learning. Nevertheless, I didn't lose my determination and ambition. I enrolled in distance learning because my university was destroyed by the occupation.

Eventually, fate brought us back to our home, which we thought was our last resort. But one dark night, our house was bombed, and my family and I were injured.

The pain at that moment was indescribable; we didn't know if we would survive or become just another number among the dead. At that moment, all I remembered was the sound of the explosion, the screams of my brothers, and the surrounding fire. At that moment, I fainted.

What happened next was that I was transferred with my family, under extremely dangerous conditions, to a hospital in the southern , because the hospitals in the north had completely collapsed. My family later described the scene to me. The journey was filled with death and horror, as if we were crossing a road covered in gunpowder and blood.

After that, we finally arrived at the hospital. I woke up to find myself inside. I underwent surgery to remove metal shrapnel from my body, but unfortunately, it wasn't as successful as I had hoped. Some pieces were removed, while others remained untreated due to the extreme danger and lack of healthcare in the hospitals.

Doctors assessed my health condition and informed my family that I must leave and receive treatment in another country. However, leaving the in here requires coordination and travel costs, and treatment also entails additional expenses, with travel and treatment costs amounting to approximately 30,000 euros. I know this is a large sum, but I have no choice. Every passing moment brings me closer to death, and all I can do is ask for help, even if it's simple, in the hope that we will survive and emerge from this ordeal.

I now live in constant pain every day, and the shrapnel in my body reminds me every moment that I am racing against time. We must leave the Strip as soon as possible for the surgery. The danger here is relentless, and the bombing follows us everywhere. The more I feel the pain of the shrapnel still inside me, the more determined I become to stay. We are in constant danger here, and we desperately need to leave. Please help us, even if it's by sharing my story or a small amount. Any support could save our lives. Thank you, and I hope you will help me, my friends ❤️❤️❤️