Help Nabil Al-Hajin, his children and his family

Hello, I am Haytham Al-Hajin from Belgium. I have created this donation fund for my relatives in Gaza because they are in dire need of help, and I hope that you will help them as much as possible.

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Hello, I am Nabil Al-Hajin. I am 30 years old. I have a wife and two children, Wael and Mohammed. I live with my family of 13 people: my father, mother, brothers, and my brother’s wife.

This photo shows me with my whole family and my grandmother.My father has a chronic illness and needs constant treatment.

We had several houses and we had shops that we managed and we worked day and night to expand the project until we had a chain of shops and I had a wonderful life with a wonderful house and a beautiful car and my family next to me and we lived happily

This is a picture of my family's house, which contains several residential apartments and several commercial stores for us until October 7, the day of the war on Gaza. We were sleeping safely until we woke up to a very frightening sound, which was the sound of missiles. The sound of the heavy bombing made us unable to stay in our homes because the situation had become very dangerous.

The war started and it was very violent. We fled our homes and went to shelters because it was the safest place we could go to until a seven-day truce happened. We were able to go and check on our homes and some of our shops.This is what we found, unfortunately. I will let the picture express to you the duration of the movie that we feel.

As you can see, our homes and shops were destroyed. After a short period, the war intensified and reached very strong stages, with death everywhere, bombing and destruction everywhere. We ordered the army to head to the south of the Gaza Strip to go to safety.

We were displaced to the humanitarian areas, as the army claimed that they were safe for us, but they were not. We went to Rafah. There was constant bombing, and my family and I were forced to live in tents. In truth, I cannot describe the tent as anything but a piece of land. The tent is a piece of hell. During the day, when the sun rises, it becomes like a grill. It is very, very hot. At night, it becomes incredibly cold. Because we moved to the south without any blankets, we were freezing at night. Our children are constantly sick due to the weather fluctuations inside the tents. I will not tell you about our suffering with the bathroom. My brothers and I were forced to dig a hole in the ground and use it to relieve ourselves after a short period. We ran out of money. We were forced to sell my mother and wife's gold, but because of the high prices of food due to the interruption of humanitarian aid, the money ran out quickly and we became completely dependent on humanitarian aid and the hospice to feed us and our children. We were dying every day. Because of the harsh conditions, I will not tell you about the insects in the tent and the rodents as well. It is hell, not a tent. When it rains, life becomes very exhausting. The tent is just a piece of cloth that does not protect us from the rain, and we inside the tent get wet. Because the tent lets water in because it is fabric and I cannot describe my feeling. I would rather die at any moment because of the harsh life.

After a short period, the war entered the Rafah area, and we began to move from one area to another every short period because of the continuous bombing and escaping from the war. We no longer had aid, money, or a place to shelter us until we settled down. We dug a new hole for the bathroom and set up the tents again and started living in the Khan Yunis area.

I forgot to tell you about the way to get water. It is tiring in every sense of the word. Sometimes we have to walk two kilometers carrying water on our shoulders due to the scarcity of water because the army has bombed and destroyed all the water wells.After a year and a half of war, a truce was declared, and we were overjoyed. We were about to fly with joy that we would return to northern Gaza.

But unfortunately our joy was not complete when we returned. We did not find a trace of our homes, which had been completely destroyed and bombed. Our shops had been destroyed and wiped out completely. My car, which I loved, had been run over by tanks and shattered into pieces. Unfortunately, We lost everything we owned and became completely bankrupt. We lost our homes and our livelihoods. We have nothing left, not even a little thing. We lost everything we owned. After a short period, the truce was broken and the war returned again, more violently than before. We were displaced once again to the center of northern Gaza, and we have remained in tents until this day. I created this campaign with the hope that you will help us and my family to obtain the necessary food and treatment in light of the conditions we are living in: siege, starvation, and insanely high prices due to the closure of the crossings. We lost all our livelihoods in the war and became completely bankrupt. The army destroyed all means of work in the Gaza Strip and we became unable to do anything. Now my family and I live on donations. If you donate, we will eat and get what we need despite the difficult circumstances. If you leave us, we will die of hunger or bombing. I hope that you will not leave us and that you can.Help my family please we need you every donation whether small or big it saves us and our children I can't watch my children cry from hunger put yourself in my place you wouldn't let your children cry from hunger or your child sleep hungry Please support us and do not leave us. Donate to us and I hope that your donation will be permanent because we are always in need of collecting donations because we live thanks to you. I hope that you support us and do not let me down. Your donation will save us. Thank you, my brother, for reading my story and I hope that you support us.For our children