help : five brothers in gaza live a better life

Peace be upon you and God's mercy and blessings. My name is Raja. I'm from France. I know Adham's family and his brothers. I speak with them daily and help them. Currently, there is difficulty accessing bank accounts in Gaza, so donations will first reach my account. Then, I will transfer them via the bank of palestine service to Adham's family and brothers in Gaza. I will tell you his words. My name is Adham Al-Attar. I decided to write these words, not knowing if we will be able to survive.This is my message to the world as a human being. I hope to give my family a chance to live a better life. Let me tell you about us... We are a Palestinian family of seven, five brothers. We used to live in the family home, then built a house stone by stone. Those were beautiful days. We spent our childhood in that house. Unfortunately, the house was completely bombed. During the Operation Protective Edge, everything was destroyed, and we no longer had a home. We went to live in one of the shelters (UNRWA schools). We didn't stay there long.On October 7th we left everything, we couldn't take what we owned because of the bombing and terror at that time, because time was running out quickly. We left, afraid of the horror of the bombing and the power of the explosions that surrounded the place from every side, until we were sure that we would not leave alive in that moment that we will never forget. We headed to the city center looking for a safe shelter, so we found a school affiliated with the Relief Agency "UNRWA", in which there were thousands of people, until the danger approached us little by little, so we left this school, fleeing from fear And the bombing, and we headed to the southern Gaza Strip. The movement and displacement from one place to another continued for fifteen months. Every day we were displaced, we suffered, to the point that there was no safe place in this city. The war ended after a long period of harsh, difficult days that we went through. We lived in fear and terror every day.We returned home, but unfortunately, our house and the entire city were bombed. We went to my aunt Umm Walid's house, which was partially destroyed. We stayed there for about a month. But in the middle of the night, we were surprised to find that the war had resumed and continued. Fear and terror had returned, and the bombing was close to us. We left my aunt Umm Walid's house and went to one of the displacement camps in western Gaza, awaiting the imminent relief from God. We could only pray.This is life in Gaza. It's difficult to rebuild yourself, and it's easy for everything to be destroyed in an instant, as if it never existed. In Gaza, no dreams are built, no life is drawn, and nothing lasts. You alone, my brothers and sisters, can save us from this ongoing nightmare under the destructive machine of war. Your contribution is not just a donation; it's a lifeline, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me toward a brighter tomorrow. Your donation, no matter how small, will make an impact and help restore hope to my family.