Help Ismail's Family Survive War

My name is Ahmed Aburadi I live in Louisville KY, and Ismail an old friend of mine I met him first time when he visited West Bank since that time but we stayed in contact everyday since I moved to the United States of America and he stayed in Gaza. Ismail is a good man and great Friend and I am Trying to help his Family to survive, I know him and his family since longtime. the money will sent directly to Ismail Muhamad or through other trusted organization to make sure its going to to be delivered to him and his family. and Ismail Muhamad Story is below please read it and support him and his family.

My name is "Ismail Muhamad AL-Roumi" from Gaza you can call me "Ishmael", I am a life-loving person. I have a loving beautiful wife "Asma'a Jamal Jadallah" who is my queen and everything and two adorable children, a beautiful two years old daughter, her name is “Farah” which means Joy and Happiness.

We named her “Farah” because she brought us joy and happiness to our life when she was born, and a baby boy who was born in the war and his name is "Muhamad".

I also have a big, lovely family which is beside me (My parents, and three siblings with their families). My beloved mother "Majeeda Suliman Al-Roumi" who is sick with rheumatism, is also diabetic and has high blood pressure. Also, my precious father "Muhamad Ismail AL-Roumi" who is old and sick too. My younger brother "Bassam Muhamad AL-Roumi", my older sister "Asma'a Muhamad Al-Roumi", and her son "Firas Murad Al-Hashash" who is sick with cancer, my youngest sister "Bassama Muhamad AL-Roumi", and her husband "Ahmed Fawzi Abu Braik" and their children "Adam, Shatha and Ayham".

We live together because we value our family where we all live in a humble house, we love sharing our moments together. Our simple beautiful life was peaceful, full of loving, caring, we enjoyed the delicious food we cooked and quality time that we spent together.

Until October 7th happened and turned our lives upside down. Since that day we have been living the most intense terrifying moment ever. At night you can’t imagine how it is terrifying the sounds of bombardments are near our house. Our beloved daughter wakes up terrified, crying hysterically. She runs every time when she hears the explosion noises to me and sits in my lap scared and terrified, poor little kid does not know that I am also scared and terrified like her, I am scared because she is my precious daughter that I don’t want to lose, and because we are humans, and we also feel terrified. And I believe you have a child you care about, and you don’t want to see it harmed or have a similar experience.

On the morning of Monday, October 9, 2023, and after the Israeli artillery started firing its shells heavily closer to our house, some of the shells hit our neighbors house, it destroyed two third of it, when we saw destruction that happened to my neighbors houses we did not think about anything else but running away saving our lives, immediately we evacuated our house in a rush, leaving our belongings and valued items behind us, we just carried few bottle of water, little food and whatever we can get of our documents. We ran away with fear and tears filled our eyes; at that moment we did not know if we were going to make it alive. The sounds of exploded shells which chased us and became closer to our direction that we felt like our hearts stopped beating. We walked on foot for many kilometers (miles). My pregnant wife fell collapsed of exhaustion and my sick mother fainted many times me and my brothers took turns carrying her on our backs, my father asked us desperately to leave him behind to his destiny because he was exhausted and can’t walk any more, but we refused to leave him behind.

You can’t imagine how bad the shelter is, which I believe you have seen on TV. The shelter was in Primary school owned by UN the classrooms where we are sleeping now, and we share it with other families which are like us they ran away looking for safe house to save their lives, since these rooms are shared with other families it is barely for anyone to be able to move due to the crowded classrooms with people and their belongings. There is limited access to drinking water, very scarce food, and if you find food somewhere that means that you are going to pay ten times its price. I don’t want to tell you about the simplest things you should have like bathrooms which are very crowded and must wait a long time to use the toilet.

During our stay diseases began to spread in the shelters due to lack of self-hygiene and shortage of water, and we all got sick with diseases we had never experienced, requiring medications that were not available even in still running pharmacies, no doctors and not nurses to take care of us, which I was so much about my family specially my wife and daughter.

One of the worst moments that I experienced was when my wife was in labor. At that moment, we did not know what we would do because the nearest hospital was far from us and required walking long distances to reach it, and the possibility of an ambulance arriving was impossible due to the destruction and rubble strewn on the roads. My wife, brother, and I risked our lives to get her to the hospital. We walked at times or carried her in our arms at other times, until we arrived at the hospital exhausted, and my wife almost fainted from the intensity of labor pain. The doctor surprised us by saying that my wife needed C-section surgery, and the anesthesia for the surgery is very scarce, and she may be given a light dose, that barely would relieve the pain. I cried a lot there. Because I was able to hear my wife’s screams from the surgery. I almost went crazy. I wished the whole world swallowed me so that I would not hear that, but God’s mercy upon us gave us our little baby boy Muhamad. My wife is having difficulty recovering due to the surgery. I can hear her moaning and bending in pain sometimes and I stand there useless can’t take her pain away.

At night, it is hard to sleep because of the bombardments, like it never stops, you can hear the explosions getting closer and closer. We hate the night because of the frequent nonstop and intense shelling. We eagerly wait for the morning to get some minutes to sleep.

And in the morning, we must walk many long distances in fear because of nonstop shelling, we have to walk for many kilometers (miles) just to stand waiting in line for bread, standing for hours in a hope to get some bread to feed our kids but this hope sometimes is false, because there is no flour to make bread and also many of those bakeries are already destroyed by air strikes. Many people lost their lives while they were waiting their turn to get bread to feed their families when jets bombed many of these bakeries, but luckily, I was not there during the bombing of the bakery.

Imagine the struggle of getting the bread, it’s the same struggle or could be worse to get water that is barely suitable for drinking or for human use. And regarding the food, as I mentioned before it has become very rare, so everything has ten times its price and has become very difficult to afford. baby diapers have become impossible to find and if find them, they are expensive to buy like food. Which force us to tear some of our clothes that we wear to use them as diapers for my daughter, which caused her bad skin rashes.

The summary:

We have experienced daily difficult conditions that the human mind can't imagine, which if I want to mention them is going to take me hundreds of pages to write about what we experienced or witnessed, but no human must live in war, terror, fear, hunger, thirst, lack of medicine, or living in place that is not suitable for living. We miss our homes where we spent our childhood and our entire lives, even if it is destroyed, we want to go back to its rubble and build it again, we just want to live like others in the world in peace because we love life. I sincerely hope that you will help me and donate to me and my family so that we can stay alive and have at least better living conditions, please for better life my pregnant wife and our new coming baby, for my daughter, for my sick mother, for my old father and for every child in this family.