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<div>I don't know what to write, and I don't know where to start because the magnitude of suffering and pain has rendered words inadequate to express it. I am Malik Qamar, We are a family of 6 people: my father who was killed by Israel a few months ago, my mother, my brother Baraa, my brother Mohammed, my brother Abdulrahman, and I, Malik. We are from Gaza, from that city I have always loved and still do. I have lived my most beautiful days there, and now I live in it as a nightmare. It's perplexing how the same place can hold both the worst and the best memories!
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<div>‎I envisioned a bright future for myself and worked hard to get into university, but how could years of effort suddenly vanish without warning? Is it conceivable that my university, where I spent the best years of my life, would be bombed suddenly? Every corner of it reminds me of the laughter of my friends, many of whom have departed, and perhaps I'll be one of them in the coming days.
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<div>‎My university has been bombed. How will I continue my education? Will everything be in vain?
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<div>‎ talking about studying after losing 70 family members. The number seems unreal, but many of my relatives died in gruesome ways, and we couldn't even retrieve their bodies for burial. ‏What saddens and pains me most is the loss of my father. Israel killed him in cold blood. I no longer have a father to support me, to provide for me, to pamper me, or to embrace his children. My brother Mohammed always asks me where our father is and why he hasn't come home. He doesn't know that he has died and will never see him again, nor will he ever buy him sweets again. I don't know how I will compensate my little brother for all this pain.‏I can't believe that my innocent brother Mohammed will have to live the rest of his life without a father. Every day I try to fill the role of a father for him, but a father is irreplaceable. He cries wanting his dad; he cries out of fear and terror from the sound of bombing, calling out "Where is my dad?" We must get him out of this war so he can live a life like other children. Please do not hesitate to donate for my brother.
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<div>‎Oh, the extent of this suffering that has made a young man in his twenties lose his hopes, his smile, and everything that keeps him clinging to life. I'am Malik, who always wanted to be a football player, created my fondest memories in that stadium. Will I ever become what I want? Oh, I remembered that the stadium was also bombed, unfortunately
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<div>My home is shattered, and my psyche shattered with it. It's not just walls and ceilings; it's my history, my present, and my past, but it's not my future.
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<div>To my friends who are capable of donating, please don't hesitate. Every donation restores my hope, and every share of my story makes me believe that there are still kind people in this dirty world carrying true human qualities.Do not let this child, who lost his father, die. Donate whatever you can to help him out of this tragedy. Do not let me lose him as I lost my father.
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Help my family and my little brother escape the war.

Help my family and my little brother escape the war.

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