<div><strong>Cry of the Sole Survivor – A Father Who Lost His Entire Family and Everything Under the Rubble</strong>

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<div><strong>This fundraiser will help a grieving father, the sole survivor of his family, rebuild his life after losing his wife, children, and home under the rubble.</strong>

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<div><strong>"Shadow of Hope Under the Rubble" –Mohammed AlSalool, Gaza</strong>

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<div><strong>The Innocent Dream </strong>

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<div>In those days when life was simpler, my heart was full of peace. I lived with my small family in our modest home in Gaza, where Hamza, the eldest son, was eight years old and dreamed of new toys and schools to attend. My middle son, Musab, who was only six, used to chase his older brother around, laughing and playing together. And then there was Meshal, our youngest, who was just six months old, filling our home with his innocent laughter that calmed his mother’s heart, despite the cruelty of war. I lived with them, working in bird-keeping, which was not just a job, but a symbol of hope and comfort in a world filled with challenges.

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<div><strong>A Father’s Care for the Birds ️</strong>

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<div>I always believed that the birds were a symbol of life. I cared for them as if they were my children, seeing them as a source of peace for a broken heart in a time filled with pain. The birds were my small escape from the harsh reality we faced. I lived to see them fly freely, reminding me that there’s always hope for life, despite the destruction.

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<div>Mohammed raises and cares for birds during the war of extermination in the Gaza Strip.

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<div>Mohammed's children playing and taking care of each other.

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<div><strong>The Moment of Fate ⚡</strong>

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<div>Then came that day, the one I’ll never forget. The first sound of the bombing was enough to rip everything from our lives. Our house was destroyed, and everything we held dear turned into rubble. In that moment, I knew I had lost everything… my home, my family, my dreams. There was nothing left but the rubble beneath my feet and the tears that washed my face.

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<div><strong>Losing My Loved Ones </strong>

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<div>In the midst of the bombing, Hamza, my eldest son, was martyred instantly. I saw the dream in his eyes, and in a single moment, that dream became nothing but a memory. Musab, my middle child, followed him an hour later after the medical efforts. We tried to save him, but his small body couldn't endure. As for Meshal, my tiny six-month-old, he reached the hospital in critical condition, and the medics tried with all their might to save him, but even his tiny heart couldn't handle the strain. They all left us in an instant. Everything stopped.

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<div><strong> The Final Farewell </strong>

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<div>That scene in the hospital is one I can never forget. The hands that tried so hard to bring Meshal back to life trembled, and I stood helpless, unable to do anything but watch. I had nothing but tears, but those tears were of no use. Meshal, despite all our attempts, left us, and I lost everything. Everything ended in a single moment.

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<div><strong>Amid the Rubble ️</strong>

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<div>Today, I am alone, surrounded by the rubble of the life I once had. I’ve lost my wife, my children, and everything that gave me strength to live. Now, I live in a world that only holds destruction. But despite the deep pain, I won’t give up. I will continue to search for hope, even if it’s in the smallest things. I want to start again, but I can't do it alone.

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<div><strong>Hope Amidst Destruction </strong>

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<div>Today, after everything I’ve been through, I’ve realized that life doesn’t stop. Yes, I’ve lost everything, but I can’t live in this sorrow forever. I want to start again. I want to raise birds once more because they are the hope I see in front of me. I want to live again, and I want to have a life, but I can’t do it alone. I need your help; I need your hands to reach out to me and give me a chance for a new beginning.

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<div>Call for Hope and Humanity

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<div>Today, I need your help, not just because I’ve lost everything, but because I want to live again, I want to start fresh. Gaza, which has given so much through its sacrifices, is in need of our support now. I need help to rebuild my life and start over.

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<div>If you have the ability to donate, to help, to offer hope to someone like me, I ask you with all my pain and sincerity to reach out and assist me.

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<div>Every contribution, no matter how small, will make a difference in my life. I need:

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<div>•	<strong>Financial support</strong> to cover my basic needs, such as shelter and food.

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<div>•	<strong>Help to restore my bird-keeping business,</strong> which is what I live for, and I want to start again.

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<div>•	<strong>Assistance in securing a safe shelter for myself,</strong> as I am now homeless.

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<div>•	<strong>Psychological support</strong> to help me get through the deep trauma I’m living with.

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<div>I want to live and build a new life, but I need you. Every donation, every word of support, every act of kindness will be the hope that brings me back to life. Thank you from the depths of my heart for everything you can offer.

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Cry of the Sole Survivor – A Father Who Lost Everything

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