Help Me Escape the Hell of War in Gaza

My name is Khalil, a simple man from Gaza. All I ever wanted was to live in dignity and safety with my wife… but the war has stolen everything from us.

We used to live a modest life, until one day everything changed. The bombing destroyed our home completely. We lost our shelter and were left with nothing. Today, I live in a tent unfit for human life — no water, no electricity, not even the basic needs.

I was injured by shrapnel from the war, and there is no real treatment available in Gaza. The doctors are helpless, and I suffer every day from my wounds. But even more painful than the physical injuries… is the pain of loss. I lost the dearest people to my heart: my uncle and my cousin. They were gone in a moment — and I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Every day we live in fear, hunger, and cold. There is no safety, no life. My only dream now is to leave Gaza — with my wife — to find safety and heal from both my physical and emotional wounds.

Any help, no matter how small, could be the reason we survive.

Your kindness is our only hope.