In the Face of War: We Need Your Help to Survive

Hello everyone, my name is Elham' Abdelrahim I live in Los Angeles, and I created this fundraiser for my friend Fayez who lives in Gaza, As he cannot start his own fundraising

Please donate if you can, Your donation, no matter how small, can really make a difference. And it helps the people of Gaza feel less alone and abandoned by the world. And please help spread this fundraiser by sharing it with your friends and family, and everywhere else you can on social media.

I will send all donations direct via Moneygram.

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My name is Fayez , and I am from northern Gaza, Palestine.

I am 28 years old, and I am a computer engineer. I studied at the Islamic University of Gaza.

Before the war, I lived a normal life with my dear wife, Amal, who is 27, and our three children Zain-Aldeen, who is 7, Mohammad, who is 5, and Alma, our little girl who is not yet two.

‎‏But that all changed one dark morning.

‎‏ On the morning of October 7, 2023 The sound of explosions shattered the quiet of northern Gaza. In the midst of the chaos and the deafening blasts surrounding us, my family and I tried to escape from the brutal reality we were facing.

‎‏We struggled to walk through streets filled with rubble, desperately seeking shelter as we moved south.

‎‏During our harrowing journey, we met another family , samar a 26-year old girl, her 16-year old sister Ghazal, and her young brother , not even five years old. They had been separated from their parents in the chaos of the bombardment.

Together, we continued our trek southward, hoping to find some form of safety.

‎‏When we arrived in the southern part of Gaza, we were left in the open no homes, no shelters, no safety. I did my best to gather any cloths I could find and built a makeshift tent for both families.

‎‏This "tent" offered no protection from the heat or the cold, and was overrun with insects and flies.

‎‏And so, I became the sole provider for both families.

‎‏One day, as was often the case, I took my son Mohammad with me to the market to buy some food. In that moment, the sound of drones overhead was followed by the sudden burst of gunfire. The next thing I knew, shrapnel struck my head, and Mohammad was injured in his legs.

‎‏We were rushed to the field hospital set up by the International Medical Commission, where we were immediately taken into surgery. The doctors did their best to save us, but Mohammad's injuries were severe. He now urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

‎‏Since then, we have been receiving treatment, but the pain and trauma we are enduring are far from over.

‎‏Meanwhile, the new family I am responsible for continues to face unimaginable challenges.

We are suffering from a severe shortage of food, clean water, clothing, hygiene supplies, and medical care.

‎‏My story is not just about displacement it is a story of hope and resilience, filled with pain and struggle, and the relentless fight for survival.

Two displaced families have come together under one roof, trying to cope with our sorrow and grief while supporting each other.

‎‏Meeting our basic needs food, shelter, medical care is not a matter of charity. It is a matter of survival and dignity.

‎‏So, I humbly ask you to think of us, and to share our story with your friends and family, Raise awareness, and encourage them to help in whatever way they can.

‎‏Your donation no matter how small will make a meaningful difference in our lives and restore hope to our hearts in these exhausting times.

‎‏Thank you for your kindness and support. ❤️