Mohammad Abu Rukh

a young man from Gaza, where dreams are buried under the rubble but never die. For years, I lived a simple life

my family, holding on to any glimpse of hope despite the hardships. But one day, ever

g changed.

The night was quiet until a sudden explosion shook the ground. Our house colla

and I found myself trapped benea

the rubble. After hours of agony, I was rescued, but my injuries were severe—broken bones in my leg and deep wounds that required urgent treatment outside of Gaza, where hosp

s were struggling with a severe lack of medical supplies.

At that moment, I felt trapped—not just physically, but emotionally, as my chances of getting proper treatment seemed almost impossible. Then, a friend suggested an idea: launching a campaign on GoFundMe to rai

ey for my treatment abroad. I never imagined that people would care about my story, but I had no other choice.

Within days, dona

started pouring in from all over the world

itnessed compassion I never expected—messages of support and complete strangers contributing their money just to give me a second chance at life. Within weeks, we reached the required amount, and I wa

e to leave Gaza for medical treatment.

Today, as I write these words, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for everyone

played a part in saving me. It wasn’t just a fundraising campaign—it was a message: There is still kindness in the world, and hope can

born even from beneath the rubble.