Help my Family Survive the Genocide

Hello Everyone,

My name is Aya Abdelbari. I’m 22 years old, studying English Translation at the Islamic University (IUG). I once had a warm, cozy home filled with laughter, memories, and love. It was where I was born, where my sister got married, where my siblings celebrated their graduations. I lived there with my parents, my three sisters, and two brothers. I’m the youngest in the family.

But everything changed on December 14th. That was the day the Israe1i army burned our home to the ground right before our eyes. In a matter of moments, the place that held all our most precious memories turned into ashes. It became a lifeless shell of what it used to be.

We were forced to evacuate and take refuge in an UNRWA school in the middle of the city. Naively, we believed we’d be safe there— that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be targeted. But we were wrong. The school was attacked several times, and fear pushed us to make the unthinkable decision: return to the ruins of our burned home.

Now, my family lives in a desperate and dangerous situation. The walls around us are cracked and unstable physically and emotionally. Every day is a struggle for safety and hope.

On March 2nd, Gaz0 turned into an open air prison. The occupation imposed a complete blockade on cutting off all access to food, water, fuel, medical supplies, and basic necessities by sealing every crossing.

Since then, survival has become a daily battle. Finding food is nearly impossible. What little is available comes at an unbearable price such as, a 25-kilo bag of flour now costs $100, a luxury most families can no longer afford.

We’ve been pushed to the edge of desperation. To cook a simple meal, we burn anything we can find wood, plastic, even clothes. The smell of smoke fills the air, not just from cooking, but from the collapse of what once was normal life.

Amid the devastation, my university (IUG) has resumed classes through online learning. It feels like a fragile glimpse of life, a small window into the world we once knew. Studying again, even virtually, brings a sense of purpose and hope. But this hope comes with heavy burdens. We are required to pay tuition fees to register, a near-impossible task for families who have lost everything( like mine). And while we try to focus on our lectures are interrupted by the constant roar of warplanes and the terrifying echoes of explosions. Learning under the shadow of fear has become our new reality.

In the midst of all this pain and uncertainty, your support can be a lifeline. Every small amount, no matter how little it may seem, can help us meet our most basic needs: food, water, medicine, and shelter. Your kindness can bring warmth to a cold night, a meal to an empty table, and hope to hearts that are struggling to hold on. Please don’t underestimate the power of your compassion. In a time when the world feels like it’s falling apart, your support can make all the difference.

About the Beneficiary:

Doaa is my cousin and currently resides in Belgium. All funds collected will be transferred to me and used for the purposes outlined above. Thank you for your cooperation.