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- Hello, I'm Ahmed Mohi El-Din. I live in County Galway, Ireland. I'm helping the family of my injured friend Hazem Ahmed Al-Gharbawi, his wife Balsam Nabil Al-Gharbawi, and their children from Gaza. As you know, everything there has been destroyed, and it's difficult to obtain food, water, and medicine due to the high prices and difficulty of obtaining them. I've tried to help several times, but one person can't do it because of the ever-increasing prices. Otherwise, they'd be living in displaced people's tents, despite the injured husband and children who are now suffering from many problems for many reasons, the first of which is the war. I hope everyone will cooperate. Thank you.
Ahmed hazem ahmed al gherbawi 9 years
Sanad hazem ahmad al gherbawi 8 years
Saif hazem ahmed al gherbawi 2 year
Zaid hazem ahmed al gherbawi 1 year
She told me:
I am a mother of three children, and I am three months pregnant.
I was a crowned queen with my dear, generous, handsome husband, and my children, angels in human form.
In a warm, beautiful, medium-sized apartment, I lived in overwhelming happiness.
A permanent smile filled my face and my days.
And suddenly,
On that morning, the morning of October 7th,
A morning of storm, terror, and intense fear,
Suddenly, the lava of deadly shells began to fall on my beautiful, peaceful city, Gaza City, which had been a piece of paradise, and was now closer to the ashes of hell.
And a few days later, it all began. Shells falling on the neighborhood where I live.
I felt intense terror. My joints and limbs froze, and I began to kiss my children for fear of losing them.
Deadly terror, my Lord, mixed with it.
My children's screams, my tears, and my husband's shaken nerves.
I felt the fetus in my belly crying.
My Lord, the days passed, and by God, they were heavier than mountains.
After that, they asked us to evacuate.
Leave our homes, and I decided to go to my family.
On foot.
I saw death with my own eyes many times.
My Lord, the shells were around and above my children's heads. My husband was lying on the ground, hugging the children and burying them in the dirt to protect him. We reached my father's house after hours of horrific terror.
Hours passed before death pursued us to my father's house.
Then we all fled under the deadly lava to the Nuseirat camp.
To my mother's family.
In Nuseirat, we saw real death in all its forms.
In my grandfather's house in Nuseirat, my mother's and my grandfather's houses were also bombed.
We fled without food, clothing, or water.
We fled to Deir al-Balah. We fled into the unknown. We fled to the street.
For days and nights, my children slept hungry, poverty eating away at my days, my age, and my youth.
Oh God,
Now we live in a tent filled with diseases and poisonous insects that transmit diseases.
They talked about the effects of canned food, and there's nothing wrong with that.
They talked about the queues of humiliation and insult.
The queues for so-called aid, sir,
I received news that my apartment was completely burned down. My memories are mixed with the rubble of my destroyed apartment, and I almost forgot one of my children there from the horror of what happened the day I was forced to leave.
I am a woman who is broken to the core of my heart.
The hardest thing in my life right now are my four children. I placed my fourth child in the displacement tent. At night, they wake up screaming and making terrifying movements, their screams resembling the screams of crows and ominous birds. They all suffer from autism and psychological complexes.
What hurts me most is that my husband told me that you do the same thing most nights.
Sir, I am a child like my children.
I suffer from fear, cold, hunger, and loss.
Words are not enough the amount of pain that fills our hearts after losing everything we loved and care about. It is difficult to live in our homeland, the place where we belong. We are an unarmed people who face death with patience and hope.
Organizer
Ahmad Muhieddin
Organizer
County Galway