Help Ahmed's family survive the war in Gaza

Help the family of Ahmed and Dalia to save their lives, secure food, and rebuild and restore his family’s company. He is asking for support to collect donations to secure their lives, their daily sustenance, and the needs of their children, which have become scarce in the besieged Gaza Strip and are expensive, and they cannot afford them, especially after orders were issued to them. With the evacuation from Rafah on May 6, Dalia is eight months pregnant with her third child،From one displacement to another, the number of displacements reached 11 times, the last of which was two weeks ago, when they ended up in another tent in which they lacked the most basic necessities of life. With each passing day, the fear of another displacement increases with the lack of a safe area to go to.

Hello, I am Ahmed from Rafah - Gaza Strip, Palestine

I am writing this to you after a lot of hesitation and thought, but the urgent need to save my family, to support my ability to withstand the war, and to rebuild my business to overcome this ordeal made me resort to your generous support.

We had a small company before the war that sold ceramics. We had two showrooms, the main one in Rafah and another in the city of Khan Yunis, and a warehouse to store goods. Unfortunately, both showrooms were bombed and the warehouse was completely bulldozed by bulldozers.

Alma in Rafah exhibition

Khan Yunis Exhibition

Warehouse before the war

Rafah exhibition after its destruction

Khan Yunis exhibition after its destruction

The warehouse was completely destroyed

The house was also hit by a tank shell, which led to the destruction and burning of a large part of it

The house after the destruction

So my family and I became homeless, and I lost my job and my only source of income in this foolish war that does not differentiate between a civilian and a military man, old or young. After the good standard of living that we were living in, we became homeless and without income to support our day.

Alma and Siraj on the weekend before the war.

Alma and Siraj during the war

The evacuation order from Rafah came on May 6, and the suffering of displacement began. My wife, Dalia, was eight months pregnant with our third child.

During preparation for evacuation.

I was very sad because the date of birth was approaching, even though I should have been happy, but how can I be happy when I did not prepare any newborn items and supplies for him like the rest of his siblings. He will be born in displacement and will find war waiting for him. What luck, my son. The date of birth has arrived. No first aid. Dalia is transferred to The hospital transported her on a donkey cart. We arrived at the hospital and it was very crowded, as there were no empty beds and the patients were on the floor in the corridors, and like others, on the floor in a corridor. The hospital came to our third child, Tim

Tim at the moment of birth

He found war and siege waiting for him, neither milk nor diapers, and if they were available, they were at astronomical prices due to their scarcity.

Not even clothes to protect him, except for some pieces we borrowed from our neighbors in the tents for children a few months older than him. We sometimes use worn-out pieces of cloth and plastic bags instead of diapers.

Tim when wearing plastic bags

But what is indispensable is baby formula, which exhausted me searching for it. I almost cry every night because of the situation we are in. The war has wasted one school year and another has come while we are in this war. Instead of my children being in their school seats, they are in line at the hospices that are distributing some free food. To satisfy their hunger.

At the beginning of the war, the house next to us was bombed by warplanes, which led to massacres in the area. With the kindness of God, he saved me and my family from this bombing, but my children Alma and Siraj fainted, and after a clinical examination in the hospital it became clear that this was the result of intense fear and panic.

Almost every night, eight-year-old Alma asks me when the war will end and what is our fault, and my heart almost breaks when five-year-old Siraj also asks me, “Has our turn come? Have we also suffered tonight from the bombing? Like our neighbors and many of the people we used to really know, I don’t know what to answer them, and I myself do.” I almost collapsed from the horror of what is happening, but for their sake, I remain steadfast, for more than a year, and we have been like this.

Now the need has become urgent with the onset of winter, as we did not take any of our heavy clothes. The displacement was at the beginning of summer, and we did not expect the matter to be prolonged and to get worse, and for winter to come upon us while we were in a tent that did not protect anything from the cold or from the rain that would flood the tent. Especially since we have our baby boy (Tim) now who will not be able to handle the cold

So I trust that you will look at us with mercy.

We live in the hope that we will escape death and that this war will end, or even a temporary truce in which we will feel temporarily safe from the bombing. The bombing around the clock does not stop. We have begun to reassure our children that you heard the sound of the missile’s whistle or its terrifying explosion, so do not worry, it is not on you. If it was on you, you would not hear. Something (we say it as a joke to relieve them, but it is true) our psychological and mental health has become in constant danger due to the horror of what we are experiencing.

The scarcity and scarcity of resources and the siege are another aspect of the war. Securing daily food for my family, especially my new child Tim, has become very exhausting, just like war. Vegetables and bread are ten times their price before the war, and milk and diapers are more than 15 times their price before the war, and there is no source of income. After the bombing of our showrooms and warehouse, and our displacement, and my return to zero, I began to see sickness in the faces of my children, pale from the horror of war and the lack of food, so I hope that you will support me to persevere. Making a new beginning keeps me hoping to return to my previous life With your support, I hope you will donate. Any donation, even if it is small, would make a big difference in alleviating our suffering. I hope you will contribute to spreading my campaign more widely with your family and friends. Every second represents the risk of death.

We will use your donations to provide food and housing first and then rebuild our business.

Thank you for reading my story. God willing, there will be a ceasefire and we can get the safety we want and start our lives again. Thank you again for standing with us in solidarity and making a change in the lives of those affected.