<div>My name is Muhammad Jawad Siam. I am 37 years old. My wife, Hadeel, is 27. We are from the Gaza Strip, which has been subjected to genocide since the 7th of October. My wife is a journalist and I used to work as a teacher before we lost everything. We have two children, Mira (6 years old) and Jawad, who was born in December while we were displaced.
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<div>My wife is particularly suffering as the mother of a newborn baby. She is scared she will lose Jawad any moment, worried she cannot give the baby enough nutrients since she is not eating enough. A while ago Jawad was sick, and they prescribed him medicine, and we looked everywhere but we didn't find it due to the lack of basic necessities.
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<div>Little 6-year-old Mira has become more introverted during this war, and we can tell she is in a constant state of mental terror. Of course we couldn't take her toys when we left our house - which has since been bombed. So we don't have much to distract her from the situation we are in. She used to love sweets and orange juice, but due to the high prices, we cannot give her this anymore.
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<div>Unfortunately, on June 16, 2024, Mira died in a missile attack in the market of
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<div>"To my little girl "Mira"
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<div>Nothing in my days helps me overcome the painful memories, I try every time to forget those memories, but I am shocked that time takes me back to the first moments of loss, and the pain penetrates deeply and throws its burdens on my exhausted body.
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<div>When you came into the world six years ago, your hair was filled with strange moments, a sense of security overwhelmed me and I was wrapped in cloaks of tenderness, and my fear departed and my pain dissipated, and when you left, I tremble every day with fear, I try to convince myself that the meeting is approaching, and that your departure is a joke of fate, so I wait for your call and recording your voice, for I can no longer bear the waiting or the pain of longing, for my soul is bored and my arteries have hardened and the mind can no longer bear it.
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<div>I sit on the edge of collapse, looking at the stagnant waters of life, waiting for the clear springs to explode, and I am certain that nothing quenches my longing for you except a touch from your hands and a look into your eyes..
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<div>My spoiled, affectionate child, farewells are hard for me, there is no farewell between us, the meeting is our appointment and until then, until we meet again in new words and an expression that imposes itself in its time until the meeting comes.
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<div>I loved my job as a teacher.Before the 7th of October, I used to teach in schools and gave private lessons. Since the war I haven't been able to work, and I haven't received a pay check since then. I am trying to find any job while I am displaced but unfortunately there are no jobs. The Israeli military has particularly targeted educational facilities in the Gaza Strip. We as a family have lost hope of ever being able to continue life in the Gaza Strip after everything has been destroyed. We want a future for ourselves and our children. I want to be able to contribute to the education of young people again and make money so I can provide for my family. Please help us procure a sum of money so we can cover the travel costs to Egypt, so we can be safe, with enough food and prospects of a future.
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