Peace be upon you and God's mercy and blessings..

I am the Palestinian citizen Ahmed Fouad Al-Fakhouri, 30 years old (I am the son of the Gaza Strip). I want you to listen to me. I want the whole world to hear my voice. I want every person who has a conscience, mercy and humanity to listen to me.

I am asking for help from you after God.

I have been suffering for a whole year, me and my family, and no one has helped us. I am from Shujaiya neighborhood and everyone knows what happened in Shujaiya neighborhood from destruction, displacement, shelling and bombing. On October 7th, I woke up in the morning to the sound of rockets and shells from everywhere, and the sound of screaming and crying everywhere and the voices of my mother, the neighbors and the children. The whole neighborhood was displaced and running from their homes, not knowing where to go. We became like people running from our homes, not knowing where to go. The world turned black in our faces. I will never forget the faces of my mother and father at that moment as we were leaving our home. We went to the Shabah Radwan area and two hours later our house was completely bombed. I wished for death, I wished the earth would open up and swallow me and I would not hear news of our house gone. By God, we didn't take anything from the house, neither money, nor clothes, nor food, nor anything (but this is God's will, and thanks be to God for everything)

We stayed in my uncle's house in Sheikh Radwan for about a week, and then the bombing and missiles intensified everywhere, so we evacuated from my uncle's house to a school, and school life is very difficult and tiring, and in a school there are about 5,000 displaced people There is no water, no food, and no shelter

Oh God, what is this life, what is this life, how long, oh God (Every day I wake up hoping that this war will end, and I say it won't last long, but in vain, every day the bombing and missiles increase)

God is sufficient for me, and He is the best Disposer of affairs

I urgently need help, someone who feels for us, by God, my morale is zero

After a month, a house next to the school was targeted and we evacuated to another school, oh God; and still there was no water or food (God is my witness, I take a shower once a month). Where is justice, people? Where is mercy? Where is humanity? Feel with us, oh God. And again, the bombing intensified around the school. Where is there left to go, oh God? Where (I want the whole world to hear me, by God, we are exhausted, by God, our strength is exhausted). We were displaced again from the school to my aunt’s house and life became very difficult. There were about seventy people in my aunt’s house. The psychological state was exhausted and life became very difficult. After four and a half months, they dropped leaflets on us in the open area to the south, and this was the most difficult decision for us. We have no one in the south, where can we go, oh God, where is the world, where did we decide not to go? But the bombing is everywhere, the shells, the fire packages, and the clashes in one place; difficult days that you will never forget, where is the mercy, oh God, where is the one who feels, who understands us? And from the amount of bombing and missiles that contain more than 50 thousand tons of explosives, my voice has never gone away. I wished for death, me and my family, a thousand times. And after 4 and a half months of difficult suffering, our decision was to go to the south, and by God, by God, we do not have money, clothes, food, shelter, or anything; and we went on our feet, with tears in our eyes and sadness filling our faces. We went, and our hearts were full of regret, pain, and sadness. We did not know where to go, but we went to the Deir al-Balah area. We went to a school, and there were more than 4 thousand displaced people. I stood at the door of the school and looked at the face of my mother, my mother and my dear father who suffers from diabetes, high blood pressure, and a heart condition, and my mother became delirious from lack of food, and my sisters who became Ghosts of malnutrition I looked at the sky and said to my Lord; O Lord, we are in your hands, have mercy on us with your mercy, have mercy on us, O Lord, be with us, O Lord, O Lord, let this dark cloud end, O Lord

But it didn't end, every day the shells and missiles increased everywhere, I will not forget the massacres that reached over a thousand massacres.

After 4 days in Deir al-Balah, the school yard was targeted, my father was seriously injured, I cannot describe the condition of my sick father, I am unable to help him, and my mother was injured in her shoulder, and I was injured in my left hand, and my sisters as well.

I need a person with a conscience to help me so that I can help my sick father so that I can send him for treatment outside the country; My mother who cannot move her shoulder

After the school was targeted, we were displaced again to the Al-Zawaida area and stayed there for about half a month, but the shelling, missiles, fire packages and clashes did not stop

We were displaced again to Rafah to live in a very difficult tent (the damned tent) We do not have money to buy the supplies for the tent, but God does not forget anyone. A benefactor bought us a tarpaulin and wood to build the tent; and you do not know how difficult it is to live in a tent. There is no water, no food, no drink, and nothing

We stayed in the tent for about 5 months in Rafah. The worst days of our lives we lived in a tent. God is my witness. We endured the cold, the heat, the dust, and the fire in the tent. What was left that we could not endure

(Note) We lost my cousins, aunts, and my maternal aunt’s daughters, and our friends and neighbors

I am asking for help as soon as possible. I am suffering a lot. I have about 8 families on my neck. I am trying to help them, but I cannot

I do not have anything. I lost my livelihood, I lost our home, I lost my health, I suffer a lot, I put my hope in God, then in you, the owner of conscience and humanity, help me and stand with me.

After that, my displacement journey has not ended yet, Rafah was invaded and entered by land and air, and I do not know where to go or what to do, but God is with us and will not forget us. We went from the Rafah area to Al-Mawasi, but there is no place. The number of displaced people is indescribable, more than a million displaced people. I started looking right and left, behind me and in front of me. Everywhere there are tents. The sight became very scary. I started crying and chanting, oh God, oh God, oh Generous, oh Strong, oh Powerful.

I hope this black cloud ends, by God, it has exhausted us, oh God.

I and my family and the entire family got scabies due to the lack of water.

We found a place in Al-Mawasi, Khan Yunis, and we set up the tent like other people.

We sat crying and crying and how much is this situation, oh God, how much? On the second day, my injured father's health deteriorated greatly and he kept losing consciousness, but I can't help him, so he goes abroad.

I am the only weak, lost citizen, I appeal to the whole world, and the entire nation of Muhammad, to help us by going abroad, to help us with an amount of money so that I can buy shelter, clothes and food.

Where is the mercy, where is the humanity?

We have entered the winter season and the tent is not suitable for housing and the cold is eating us and eating our weak bodies from lack of nutrition.

#I swear to God Almighty, these words are nothing from what we have lived through, but I wanted to get my message and my story across to the entire Arab world, and I hope it has reached us, oh God

I need urgent help. Anyone who can help me, even with a date, help me. My psychological state is very, very tired, oh people.

We will continue like this.

Oh God, there is someone who has a conscience and mercy to help me, oh God, oh God, oh God, I need to help my father and mother.

Put You are the same as me, O people of mercy