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**Help Us Rebuild Our Lives: A Family's Plea for Hope**

My name is Muhammad Al-Haddad, and I live in Rafah, Gaza, with my family of 15. My parents, both in their fifties, have seen unimaginable horrors. My siblings, Rasha and her husband Osama, are raising three young children—Mahmoud, Ayham, and Ahmed, who was tragically martyred during this brutal war. I live with my wife and our two young sons, Abdul Rahman (5) and Anan (3), whose innocent smiles have been replaced by fear and uncertainty.

Since October 7th, our world has been shattered. We have been displaced four times, each move more desperate than the last. Three days into the war, we fled to a nearby area, only to face relentless airstrikes that nearly wiped out my entire family. Our next destination was Rafah, where we’ve endured power outages, a lack of clean water, scarce food, and a complete loss of services. The basics of survival have become luxuries, forcing us to stand in long queues for everything—dirty water, a few crumbs of bread, anything to keep going.

But the deepest wound of all was losing my brother, Ahmed, just 23 years old. He was trying to get food and basic supplies for the family when occupation snipers took his life. He bled overnight, helpless, and we were powerless to save him. The pain of that moment haunts us every day. We are shattered, our hearts broken in ways words cannot fully express.

As the war continued, we received more devastating news: our home, filled with a lifetime of memories, was reduced to rubble. Our past, our sense of belonging, and the comfort of the walls we called home were stolen from us. We became homeless in an instant, with nothing but the clothes on our backs.

My children, like so many others here in Gaza, have lost their childhoods. The joyful moments that should have been theirs have been replaced by fear, trauma, and sleepless nights. Their school was bombed, and with it, their future. They no longer play, laugh, or dream like children should. Instead, they ask me questions I have no answers for—questions about war, about loss, about why the world has forgotten them.

Before this war, I was a visual artist, using my art to express the beauty of life, even amid hardship. But my work, my studio—everything I had built—was destroyed. What was once my passion and livelihood now lies in ruins.

Today, I am appealing to human rights organizations, childhood protection groups, and compassionate individuals around the world: Please help us. My family has lost everything. We desperately need your support to rebuild our home, our lives, and the futures of our children.

If you can, please donate to help us rebuild our home, provide food and clean water, and allow my family to escape this living nightmare. We are asking for the chance to live in peace, away from the horrors of war, where my children can grow up safe and free from fear.

With your help, we can find hope again.

**Donate today, and help us rebuild a future for my family and the countless others who have suffered in silence.**

Thank you,

Muhammad Al-Haddad

Rafah, Gaza