I am Lino, the organizer of this campaign and a friend of this family — the family of Ashraf and Dua. Ashraf is a father of four children, and this is his heartbreaking story.

I was a merchant and a civilian who owned a shop and a three-story home that I built with years of hard work and patience. But the war destroyed everything in a single moment: my house was reduced to rubble, my shop and goods disappeared under the ruins, and the life we had built stone by stone was lost.On top of the bombs and rockets, we were forced to flee multiple times, moving from one place to another, each worse than the last and unfit for human life. With every displacement, fear, deprivation, and terror grew, and we lost more of our sense of safety.My family was torn apart and scattered. My children managed to leave just two days before the closure into a neighboring country, but they are stuck there without papers, without residency, unrecognized, and deprived of all the basic rights that every child in the world deserves. They live an uncertain fate, fragmented because of my absence, and they lack the stability other children around the world enjoy — a place they can truly call home. They are very young, in need of protection and care, but instead, the war has stolen their childhood. They have endured unbearable psychological and humanitarian suffering that no child should ever have to carry.As for me, I remain trapped in Gaza, under constant threat of extermination and starvation. My fate is unknown, and I do not know if I will ever be reunited with my children. Explosions shake every corner of Gaza. I face repeated displacement, crushing expenses amid soaring prices, and I struggle to survive while famine and the loss of every basic necessity surround me.

Your

donations are our lifeline.

And this is how my house became after I returned from north to south

Everything has become ashes.