Help Abdullah Family in Gaza Safe & Secure Life

Hello to all kind hearts, I am Muhammad Farhoud, the creator of the campaign for Abdullah and his lovely family.

I work in the field of volunteer humanitarian work. I met my friend Abdullah, who lives in Gaza, through our work. During the past period, I learned about what happened to him after the destruction of his home and the destruction of his dreams. He is the one who bears responsibility for his family, his mother, father and other family members.

What my friend went through is not easy for any person in the world. These are his words. Please read his words with your compassionate hearts, and be the invisible hand to support him.

One does not know where to begin when they feel life is against them. My name is Abdullah Fayek , a young man dreaming of a better life and a beautiful future. I have reached the age of 37, an age when one is supposed to be in the prime of their life. But when I pause for a moment and reflect on the past year, I see a continuous noise in my memories. Life in this part of the world has made me seem older than my years. You must have heard of Gaza. My home was destroyed, the fruit of my life's labor. After years of work and effort, and after all the pressures of life, I built this beautiful house, with every stone placed with love. It was the home that brought me together with my beloved family.

Do you know? The memories of my young children were destroyed as well. Yes, I have five wonderful children. The war has stolen their laughter, scattered their beautiful memories, and they have fallen ill from unhealthy food and water. They are:

- Deema, my beloved eldest daughter, who is 13 years old.

- Rima, my cherished daughter, who is 11 years old.

- Mohammed, my little lion, who has reached 8 years of age.

- Farah, my tender-hearted daughter, who is 6 years old.

- And Mona, who has grown up with fear and the sounds of bombing, who has not yet completed her second year.

Oh, the pain in my heart and my anguish. After the destruction of our dear home and my children's dreams, we went to my family's house, the house of memories, which was completely destroyed. The sweet life is gone, and now we are forced to live in tents, facing death every day. How long will this situation continue?

Look upon us with your compassionate hearts. We are all confident, as you have stood by everyone in need before, that you will stand by us now. Be our support and our strength.

With my love and appreciation,