Help Mahmoud Jalhoum and Family Survive in Gaza

Hello, my name is Mahmoud Jalhoum and I come from a family of 9, including my mother and father. My father had retired before the genocide and my mother is a housewife. My brother Qusay achieved excellent grades and is in medical school.

Now we have lost everything including the house, money, and memories. I have nothing. Before the genocide I wanted to open a recording studio and pursue my dreams of voice recording and photography.

Now we struggle to find food to eat or find somewhere safe to sleep. Nowhere in Gaza is safe. Please help me and my family raise some funds to survive this genocide that we are living through.

Thank you.

I am Qusay and this is my story

I am the last son of the family and I am 19 years old. When I entered school, I always had an ambition to be a successful and diligent doctor. I grew up and reached high school, which will decide the matter for me. Either a dependent will admit me as a doctor or a bad grade that will destroy all my hopes. But, thank God, I have reached a grade that qualifies me to be. As a doctor, I registered at Al-Azhar University, Faculty of Medicine, and I was the happiest person. I am now in front of my dream, which I have always been striving to reach, until that moment came when we began to lose everything, which I saw with my own eyes. My university was completely destroyed, and all my dreams were destroyed with it. We were displaced from our home and it was destroyed, and now I have lost a full year of school as well, including my father’s money that he hid for my dream of becoming a doctor. I could not travel because I do not have enough money to travel and complete my education abroad, so I hope you will help me achieve my dream of becoming a doctor. 

These are my mother and father, who are in their sixties.

They are everything to us and they fought with everything they could in order to build a better life for us. My father was a teacher and retired. Now, he built this house with which our memories and our lives were built.

Every detail is good and bad, and now he has lost his retirement money.

All for expenses that do not end with the high cost of living, due to the closure of the crossings and the war. My mother is a beautiful woman who worked hard for us all these years, to feed us, to make us happy, and to provide us with comfort in our home. My brother Mahmoud is a photographer and voice-over commentator. The average brother always feels that he is oppressed. He is 30 years old, but now we see him as actually oppressed. He was seeking to build his own studio for photography and voice-over. He made his money with his hard work and effort, but he lost everything when we were displaced and our expenses became more than you can imagine, and now he seeks to travel in order to achieve his remaining dreams in order to build his future Help me travel and build what's left of the house.

Thank you.