Help Mahmoud Save His Family from Gaza’s Warzone

My name is Mahmoud, I am 26 years old, and I am from Gaza.

My family consists of 3 sisters, 3 brothers, my mother, and my father — a total of 10 members.

I had many dreams I hoped to achieve. I was about to get married, start a new family, and live a peaceful life like people around the world. Unfortunately, the war destroyed everything.

Before the war, I worked as a graphic designer — a profession I loved deeply. But the war destroyed my workplace, and with it, my entire life. Now I am left with no job, no income, and life has become unbearable.

I speak to you today as a human being trying to protect his family and himself, hoping to leave Gaza because of the immense pain, loss, and harsh living conditions we have endured during the war. These are circumstances no human being should ever have to live through. Words cannot fully describe the level of suffering or how difficult daily life has become.

With every new wave of escalation and war, the borders close, and even basic necessities — like food — are no longer allowed in. Life has become impossible.

We evacuate our home whenever the army orders us to, trying to preserve our lives and the lives of our parents, brothers, and sisters.

We are currently trying to survive in miserable conditions — living in tents in southern Gaza.

It’s hard to put into words what we face every single day:

No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water.

Oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, fear, daily trauma from losing loved ones.

In Gaza, it is not just hunger, disease, or fear — it is real, constant death.

In these desperate conditions, I humbly and sincerely ask for your help to save my family's life by helping us get out of Gaza.

The situation here is beyond unbearable — a slow death caused by hunger, thirst, displacement, disease, and relentless bombings. The war has exhausted us mentally and emotionally — and destroyed our children’s sense of safety.

The past months have been full of horror and unimaginable fear, and now the war has returned again. We continue to lose our loved ones every day.

This war has dragged on for far too long. Our mental health and our lives are in constant danger. We have reached a point where there is no hope left in Gaza. It feels as if we are simply waiting to die.

Even if a ceasefire is reached, the scale of destruction in Gaza is so immense that it cannot be repaired anytime soon — it is beyond imagination and beyond what the human mind can bear.

Please, I beg you — help me and my family escape this genocide.

Your support could make a huge difference in easing our suffering.

I hope you will share my story with your family, friends, and anyone who might be able to help.

I will be forever grateful for your compassion and kindness during this incredibly difficult time.