Mohammad Alladaa & his family need your help

My friend Mohammed is a graphic designer from Palestine. He shared his story with me from North Gaza. He took his dream from him. When his office and all his design work were turned into rubble. He is raising money so he can survive and get back to using his amazing talent for graphic design.

Mohammed is talking to you..

My family consists of me and 5 other brothers, my mother and father, my eldest brother Ayoub, me Mohammed, my brother Abdullah, my brother Bahaa, my brother Ashraf and my younger brother Karim.

Yes, we are a very close family but each of us has our own stories, dreams and desires to succeed in life in our own individual ways, in addition to a collective family unit.

At first we opened our house to other families before it was completely destroyed by the occupation forces, they were fleeing the most affected areas and were looking for shelter and unfortunately, it did not take long before the Israeli occupation ordered us to move south.

But we did not go south, we stayed in northern Gaza and lived the worst period a human being can live, lack of food and drink and siege several times by the occupation army.

Here in northern Gaza we stayed for at least 4 months eating animal feed and sometimes not eating at all, only feeding the young children because they cannot bear the lack of food and hunger and the availability of food is available at very expensive prices that we cannot buy because we run out of money. This is the situation we lived and are living until now in northern Gaza.

We were also besieged twice here in northern Gaza, the first time I swear to you that we saw death but we miraculously survived for 14 days we did not see the sun and there was not even water to drink.

The second time, it was during the holy month of Ramadan. We were sleeping waiting for the time for Suhoor, but suddenly life became hell. There were bullets and shells fired from nowhere. The vehicles came and surrounded Al-Shifa Hospital. We stayed there for 8 days before the occupation army arrested us. We were humiliated and tortured. Everything was stolen from us. All that was left was our phone and some identification papers. Then we were released and went to our relatives’ house. Until now.

At the beginning of the war, during the displacement several times, my grandfather was martyred and we could not find his body because of the rubble in the streets. Two weeks ago, we received news that someone had seen the tip of his body among the rubble. My family and I went to the place and confirmed it. We knew it was him and removed the rubble. We took out the body. Four months after his martyrdom, nothing remained but a pile of bones from the remains of his body. This is the brutality and brutality of the occupation.

I lost many people close to me during this war, including my grandmother who died due to medical negligence and the destruction of hospitals by the occupation. My grandfather was martyred during displacement and his body remained hidden for about 4 months under the rubble until we found it as decomposed bones. Also, my friend Hassan was martyred due to the bombing of his tent by the occupation. My aunt, who was physically disabled, died due to lack of food and treatment. There are many people and friends I lost during this damned war.

• On October 7th:

I was waiting for my graduation day with indescribable pride, but things changed unexpectedly, what was supposed to be a day full of joy and celebration turned into an unforgettable tragedy, the war cut off the road to my dreams and security, and stole everything from me, even simple memories, I cannot hide my sadness and pain, but I still believe that hope will return one day, and happy days will return to fill our lives again, so let us be patient and trust that God will compensate us for everything, and will make the coming days much more beautiful.

• Our home and memories destroyed by the occupation:

The damned war, the “brutal occupation”, changed everything and turned it upside down. Our home was completely destroyed. My family’s livelihood was completely destroyed. All that was left for us was a pile of stones to search for our belongings.

Everything you can provide and that I can send to him is incredibly appreciated. All funds donated go directly to Mohammed.