Our family was killed, help me evacuate who still alive
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Hello, my name's Ahmed Shabaan, I'm not finishing my third decades yet I stand here right now as I born again, starting my life from the bottom, sharing this with you to know my story, to know why I doing this campaign
I had have my queen wife Islam, my sweetheart son Shaban, Who's named to my father, my pretty princess Nozza, which named by my mother upon her own name also
in addition to my mother, we were a very warm, close& beloved family
I had have my job, my home, my safe& comfort life, and eventually my dreams, my children dreams also, which wasn't their own dreams only, it was mine surely
In 14th October, at the 12:00 Am, a massive brute Israeli airstrike bombed my displacement shelter, destroyed it, killed my family and turn them to a dead martyred bodies, 15 martyrs, four of them was my mother Noza, wife Islam, my son Shaban and my little princes Noza, all my family was killed, they left me alone away from my home which’s also bombed and destroyed in the northern of Gaza, left me with all my tears, all my sadness& overthinking about how to healing& complete my life& keep it on.
They killed for no reason why, they didn’t reach to the school yet, they don’t know anything about this world conflicts they don’t know the difference between good& evil yet, their only sin that they wear Palestinian, just because someone who’s unhuman, decided to finish them lives and broke my heart.
I’ll let u know them nearly in a few lines..
Two bodies with one soul, my school, my first teacher, who’s gave me all the good things that I have, all what I’m on right now, the one who has the biggest favor on me, my mother.
The lines won’t do her justice, even if I wrote a story, but I’m mention how much I love her in a small seen which happened before one month from my little angle was born
At one night, We were setting in the hall, my mother, my wife Islam, and me, as usual we were talking about our life, our son Shaban, and our upcoming princes, who I surprised my mother in that time and said that we decided to name our newborn upon her name, she’s fully happy& surprised, her smile didn’t leave her face, but she asking us to rename our girl and change it to a modern, and fancy name, which’s refused immediately by my wife, and by me surely.
I named my girl upon my mother name to bear her name, to carry on her good habits, her heart which have love for all, to let me and others remember my mother after while, or after years when she passed on, I didn’t think even for one minute that my daughter will passed at the same moment that my mother do, I called her noza to let me remember my mother when I lock to her eyes, but she go with my mother, and none her to stay with me.
Did you see all this innocence, all this beauty, how this angle will form danger for anything in this life, how Israel called him a terrorist? How the Israel’s solider conscience allow him to kill this little moon?
Why please tell me why, what is his big danger& mistake that he did to Israel before he reach his fourth year?
my eldest son, Shaaban, who didn’t complete his fourth year of age. He wasn’t my son, he was my companion, my friend, and my first lover.
I saw the whole world in him. He made me so proud of him. He was so smart, funny, beautiful, loved to play, specially with me, always accompanied me just like my shadow.
I loved him more than myself and impatiently waited for him to grow up. I had many dreams for him. I wanted him to become of great legends in this life. My wife and I dreamed of him becoming a doctor who would serve his beloved country, Palestine.
Shaaban, he takes his name from my father, he bears his name because I was really love my father as much as I love the whole world, who’s passed on in months before this war and I was still trying to heal from the shock of his death, forcing myself to patinate by remember that my son is still beside me.
Shaban is gone, and without any potential to back, I missed him now, and forever
My wife, my love, the joy of my heart I don't know where to start talking about you
My security and safety, my love, and my stability You and I often dreamed of rebuilding our house, developing our work, and building a bright future for our children I was happy with you. You never spared any efforts with me, my family, or my children
Islam, or as I liked to call her salomaa, You left me early I was asking God to live together, with you life was so beautiful and shiny as your eyes.
In spite of all our conflicts, confusion, all the differences that arose between us, our love did not differ or diminish, on the contrary it was raised. I miss you, my dear, and I’m asking God that you pleased in the heaven with my mother, father, and our children, Shabaan and noza.
Rep in peace
this is my home, through we were in the evacuation shelter, someone told us that our home in the north of Gaza was bombed, it was like couple of days after my family was killed, we don't mind that is possible to have all these disasters in this short period of time, but it done, this is some pictures which's taken by my neighborhood before it fully destroyed.
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Organizer
IBRAHIM ABUGHAZALA
Organizer
Seville