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<div>I am Mohammed Faraj, a black engineer from the Gaza Strip. I have launched this link for the urgent help not for myself but for my family especially my brain atrophy daughter, Batoul.
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<div>Here’s my story,
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<div>I used to live in Al-Karama Towers where I had the normal life as an Gazen from the strip. I had a family, a work that I love and a future ahead. Yet, it is all vanished away in the thin air in a blink of an eye. I had lost everything that I love including the contact with my oldest daughter Batoul and my dignity.
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<div>My then-five-year daughter Batoul has been diagnosed with brain atrophy and epilepsy since the moment of her birth, while failing to find her medicines in Gaza’s hospitals, we sought to find help in people coming to Gaza Strip from another countries to bring them for us with extremely high prices. Three years ago, 2021, when our house was burned down due to some reckless and irresponsible boys playing with fireworks in the holy month of Ramadan. As the flame spread and blown up all over the curtain that was flying through my sister’s window. We managed to register Batoul in Catholic Relief Services, where they accepted to take her out for treatment and nursing care.
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<div>On October 10th, after three days of the Israeli war, we left our house threatened by the missiles and the Israeli heavy attack on our neighborhood, we forced to leave and to displaced to the south of the Strip, here I knew I would’ve lost my daughter forever. For the following months, I tried to contact the Catholic Relief to know my daughter’s faith, sometimes I managed to know she is still alive and sometimes I couldn’t.
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<div>In January 4th, amidst the horrors of war, when hunger afflicted our people and essentials vanished from the markets, when Gazans couldn't find animal feed to make bread, we have been displaced to my aunt’s home in Al-Maghazi refugee camp after being forced to leave from Al-Mughrga ( Netzarim settlement) our first displacement. And now, after enduring the full brunt of war for over ninety days, the invaders' army breaches our home, destroying our possessions and burning what they cannot damage.
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<div>Suddenly, while staying in my aunt home, my father, and my male relatives had been restrained, stripped bare as soldiers comb through in search of an outlet for their fury, all because we happened to be Palestinians.
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<div>A sense of helplessness engulfs me as I witness the collapse of my entire family due to humiliation. At the same time, I remain stuck to the ground, encircled by soldiers armed with weapons capable of subjugating entire cities and their inhabitants.
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<div>Forcibly blindfolded by the soldiers at gunpoint, devoid of money, possessions, or even clothing, our hands restrained, clutching nothing even our identification, compelled to head to unknown place, a direction unfamiliar to us, monitored by drones ensuring we don't fight back while were handcuffed!
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<div>I didn’t know how long I have been a prisoner in their prisons, I have become so numb to the severe torture that I have been through.
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<div>Today, I am coerced into living, uncertain of where I will find refuge, yet aware that my survival is to save my daughter Batoul and my own family outside my beloved city!
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<div>I want to see Batoul after more than a year, I want to have the needed help to be able to get her on the medical evacuation, I want to save her and her sisters and their own mother.
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<div>For that, I am kindly asking your help to share and donate in order to get my family and myself out to start over. We are worth of a normal life. We are worth of happiness.
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<div>This fundraising campaign is being launched by Gabriel Morris, who is based on the UK on behalf of Mohammed Faraj. I have been in touch with Maram Faraj (Mohammed's sister) since January 2024. The money raised is intended to be transferred and receipt of doing so can be provided to donors upon request for the sake of transparency and honesty.
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<div>costs:
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<div>5000$ for his wife
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<div>2500 for his new born daughter
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<div>1000$ for recovering passport for him and his family
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<div>5000$ the costs of his daughter treatment
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<div>Remaining is for survival and living
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