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URGENT ! Evacuate My Family from Gaza

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Hello,

I am Moataz Al-Kahlout, and I am raising funds for my friend Youssef and his family who are currently in Gaza.

This money is intended to cover their daily needs and help them escape Gaza through the Rafah border crossing. It will be sent via bank transfer.

Youssef shares his story:

Hello,

I am Youssef Dalloul, 24 years old, and my sister Tolay is 9 years old from Gaza.



I am creating videos to explain the suffering we have been enduring for over a year and to help us travel abroad. Each individual must pay at least $5,000 just to be able to cross the Rafah border crossing. We are a family of 8, and my older siblings also have families consisting of 7 members.





I will tell you the story of our departure from our warm home to the streets and the displacement tents filled with despair.

My family and I were displaced at the beginning of the war, and after several times of displacement within the city and moving between neighborhoods while fleeing from certain death, our spirits and bodies became exhausted from the repeated displacements as death approached closer and closer.




After consulting with family members, we finally made the decision. We left our home where we grew up and our neighborhood where we played, we left our city and our memories. I left my studies and dreams, we left our relatives, friends, and loved ones.




We did not take anything from the house as shells were being fired at us and the occupying army was getting closer, so we did not have enough time to do anything other than flee. We couldn’t even take clothes or food or drink, and we headed south.
_I will tell you what happened on the way.
We walked a distance of 20 kilometers_





We didn't take a single minute to rest from our long displacement and arduous journey, as if death was chasing us, fear hovering over our heads, and fire igniting around us. We were racing against time to avoid meeting death.
_We saw corpses in the streets, some of which had decayed, and others that had not escaped the stray dogs.
We walked as if it were a ghost town or a city full of zombies. We were filled with fear and terror, carrying our children and younger siblings on our shoulders, rushing to reach safety.
_When we reached the checkpoint on Street 10 (Nitzarim Axis), there were soldiers heavily armed with weapons, tanks, and military vehicles that I had never seen up close in my life.
_I thought to myself, "We will die here now; this is inevitable."
After standing for hours without movement, we were searched one by one, and they took from us the few belongings we managed to carry over that long distance.
_They left us on the southern side of the checkpoint and told us to go south and not to return or look back.
So we walked without looking back and kept walking until we reached safety. We arrived in Khan Yunis.


We began searching for a place to shelter us, and as the sun set and night fell without finding a place to stay, we had no choice but to sleep on the street. We slept by the roadside.
When morning came, we went out to find a place to accommodate us. After long hours of searching, we found a place, so we went there and tried to adapt to our new surroundings. It felt as if we were living in a different era.


Life there was very primitive. We would go out at sunrise to gather wood and leaves to start a fire for cooking, and we had to fetch water from distant places, with no means of transportation.
_Those were very difficult, exhausting days, and just when we started to adapt to the situation and get to know the city and its streets,
the occupation army invaded Khan Yunis. When danger approached, we fled without thinking to the city of Rafah.
We also tried to find a new place that could shelter us, repeating that suffering once again. The city was very crowded, and there was no room for camping there. After two days of searching, we finally found a place to set up our tent.
After a short period, the army announced a ground invasion of the city, so we fled and were displaced for the third time.
We headed to the central area in Al-Nuseirat Camp and took refuge in a school there. After a short time, before we could even catch our breath from the last displacement, we felt danger there due to the frequent targeting and massacres that occurred in Nuseirat.
We then moved to Deir al-Balah with much despair and frustration, embarking on a new journey of displacement.
As of now, I am in Deir al-Balah and still hold the key to my home with hope of returning soon, despite some parts being burned




and others being destroyed and demolished.





But it is my home, and I will not accept a substitute for it. I believe in returning to my homeland one day.
My brother has suffered from kidney failure for three years

He was exercising his natural right to treatment and dialysis at Al-Shifa Hospital in Gaza City. Despite the seriousness of the situation, we would take him every day he had a dialysis session to the hospital because if he didn't go, he would die before our eyes.
One day, I was with him at Al-Shifa Hospital when occupation soldiers stormed the hospital, creating chaos and instilling fear in our hearts. Each of us remained in our place, and we did not move until they arrested us and began interrogating us under threat and torture. After hours, they released my brother and me, but as a result, my brother felt extremely tired, and his health deteriorated. My other brother had to take him south to Nasser Hospital in Khan Yunis to continue his treatment there.
We endured what my family and I experienced on a journey very similar to our journey to the south of the Gaza Strip.
The situation in the southern hospitals was different; the hospital could not provide treatment for this huge number of patients. The dialysis session became two hours instead of four hours and two days instead of three days.
Because of the reduced treatment sessions, he became very fatigued and complained a lot about new pains and aches that he hadn't experienced in the past. All of this was due to the insufficient time for dialysis sessions, which was not enough to cleanse the toxins from his body, along with the lack of necessary medications and poor nutrition.




After the occupation forces attacked the hospital, they fled from there and headed to Abu Yusuf al-Najjar Hospital in Rafah.
After a while, the occupation announced its intention to attack the city and storm the hospital. They then sought refuge once again by fleeing to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah to continue his treatment there.


I have created a GoFundMe account to raise funds so that we can buy food amid these crazy prices, and to help us escape this hell. I want my whole family, and I cannot bear the loss of any of them; they deserve a better life.

Please, my brothers and sisters, help me and my family to escape this hell and travel abroad for my brother's treatment, so we can live a decent life like the rest of the people in this world.
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