I don’t know how to start this…

Maybe with the truth.

I am from Gaza.

I am writing this while sitting inside a torn tent that barely protects us from the cold nights and the burning sun.

We lost everything.

Our home is gone. Our safety is gone. Even the simplest things… are now a daily struggle.

I am responsible for a family of 8 people.

Eight souls depending on me… and I can barely provide anything.

Every day feels heavier than the one before.

Food is not guaranteed.

Clean water is not guaranteed.

And the hardest part… is my little daughter.

My baby girl, Sarah.

She cries from hunger, and I have nothing to give her.

No milk. No diapers. Nothing to ease her suffering.

As a father, this breaks me.

I never imagined I would reach a point where I have to beg…

But here I am.

I am asking for your help so I can provide the basics:

Food. Clean water. Milk for my daughter Sarah. Diapers to keep her safe and clean.

Anything you can give… no matter how small… can make a real difference for us.

If you cannot donate, please share my story.

Maybe it will reach someone who can help.

Please don’t ignore us.

We are trying to survive.

Hello generous friends, it's Sarah once again reaching out to thank you for your continued support of Allam and his family.

This is not Allam's first fundraiser, nor will it be his last. The needs of him and his family run deep and long, as the occupation continues.

Each dollar raised is passed on to Allam and his family from my bank account to his bank account in Palestine.

Please remember costs are brutal, food is scarce, and fees to receive money in dollars are astronomical.