Help Asem and his family

I am Naveed Bhatti, from Scotland and I am helping raise money for my friend Asem Haitham and his family as they struggle to feed themselves each day. I am in daily contact with Asem. Please read their story and donate if you can. Thank you.

This is the reality of Gaza.

In just one second, your beautiful, warm home is reduced to scattered rubble. In that same instant, a human body is torn into small pieces, gathered into a used plastic bag, photographed, and ,if lucky ,buried in a known location within the Gaza Strip.

The smell of death fills the air. Children’s screams echo everywhere. Pain, fear, hunger, and the loss of loved ones have become the daily routine for Gaza’s residents.

Every path to survival narrows day by day. Every meaning of life has been extinguished, leaving only a faint glimmer of hope.

Ten months of continuous suffering: fleeing death, displacement, pain, injustice, and anger.

How can you forget about us all??!!!!

We have lost our homes, our loved ones, and our sources of dignified living. We have lost the joy and beautiful colors of life.

Now, all we see are shades of gray, black, and the fiery colors of explosions.

Save us from this brutal, criminal enemy. Save us in any way you can.

We are human beings just like you, and we deserve to live.

We cherish life when it exists.

These words were sent to me by the family of my friend Asem in Gaza.

My name is Naveed, and I live in Scotland. Due to my location and the restrictions imposed by GoFundMe, I have stepped forward to launch this campaign on behalf of my friend’s family living in Gaza.

All donations will go directly to the family of my friend Asem.

Here is their story since the beginning of the war in October:

I (Asem) am writing to you after more than 500 days of horror, hunger, and constant fear.

My family ,my father, mother, grandmother, brother, and two sisters , left our home in Beach Refugee Camp / Gaza City on the first Friday of this devastating war.

We could barely take a few clothes and some essential personal belongings.

We had to leave suddenly after the Israeli army ordered all Gaza City residents to evacuate to the southern part of the Gaza Strip (south of Wadi Gaza).

We complied and headed to Khan Younis in search of safety. We spent the night in a metal caravan at a construction site where my father manages a project.

It was a terrifying night. We all slept on the floor of the caravan, and my father, finding no space inside, had to sleep in the car.

The following morning, a kind-hearted neighbor at the site convinced my father to bring us into his home, where we stayed for nearly 40 days.

Later, we , along with the generous neighbor , were ordered to evacuate the area.

My father drove aimlessly until the car finally stopped at Al-Aqsa University in western Khan Younis.

We spent our first night sleeping on the ground near the university entrance and remained there for 25 days.

Sensing the danger of advancing troops, my father , the true hero of our family , decided to move us once again, this time to Rafah City near the Egyptian border.

On May 7, 2024, we received evacuation messages and pre-recorded phone calls instructing us to leave Rafah and move to what they called the “Humanitarian Zone.”

Within just two hours, we packed up and headed to Deir al-Balah in the central Gaza Strip, where we have been ever since.

This is just a small glimpse into what we have endured since leaving our beloved home.

More than 500 days and nights have passed without a single peaceful night.

My parents, grandmother, and sisters are elderly and cannot endure this ongoing fear and terror. I can no longer bear to see them suffer endlessly.

I need your help to support my devastated family in these harsh and unbearable conditions.

Everything is lacking: food, water, and safety. And when anything becomes available, it is outrageously expensive.

We have no choice but to buy whatever food we can find because no human being can survive without it.

I am speaking to hearts that are still full of humanity , hearts I believe still exist.

Please, help us keep hope alive in the hearts and souls of my family, so that we can live together safely and I can continue my education in Media and Mass Communication.

I look forward to your generous support so that we can live a dignified life filled with peace, unity, and happiness , just like every human being deserves.