Help Mohammed Rebuild His Life and Dreams After Losing Everything

My name is Mohammed Kamal Al-Malfouh.

I’m a nurse from Gaza, born and raised in the crowded streets of Jabalia refugee camp—a place where resilience isn’t just a word, it’s how we survive.

Growing up, hardship was a part of daily life. But even in the toughest times, we found reasons to laugh, to hope, to dream. It was in those streets that I discovered my purpose: nursing. I devoted myself to caring for others, trying to bring healing and comfort where pain and loss were all too common.

But nothing could have prepared me for the devastation we are living through now.

The war took everything from us. Our home—the walls that held generations of memories, the place where my parents raised me and my three brothers and four sisters—is now gone, reduced to rubble. Every belonging, every photograph, every piece of normal life has been destroyed.

Today, my family and I are surviving under a thin tent. There’s no real shelter from the cold wind, the rain, or the heavy fear that hangs in the air. Every night, I watch my younger siblings shiver, trying to stay warm, and all I can do is pray that somehow, we make it through to the morning.

As a nurse, I stayed at my post for as long as I could. I treated the wounded with bare hands when supplies ran out, working through exhaustion and heartbreak. Even when my own world was collapsing, I held onto my duty to help others.

Now, for the first time, I am the one asking for help.

I have a dream: to continue my education, to earn a master’s degree in intensive care. Not for myself alone, but for my community. Gaza needs healers now more than ever. I want to be better equipped to save lives, to train others, and to help rebuild what’s been lost — not just the buildings, but the spirit and hope of my people.

But I can't do it alone.

Today, I am asking for your support.

Your kindness can help my family find warmth and safety again. Your generosity can help me continue my mission — to heal, to serve, and to rebuild. Every donation, every prayer, every word of encouragement means more than you can imagine.

In the darkest nights, I still believe in the light of human kindness. I believe that compassion can cross oceans and borders.

Please, stand with me.

Help me rebuild my life — and with it, help restore hope for my family and my community.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for listening to my story and for believing in a better tomorrow.