<div><em>On October 14, 2023, my life changed forever. My family and I were forced to leave our home in north-central Gaza due to the relentless bombing. </em>
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<div><em>We carried only a few belongings and memories, heading south to Rafah, hoping to find safety. </em>
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<div><em>We were all together: my father, mother, grandmother, my wife, and my two brothers. The journey was filled with fear, explosions echoing around us, but we kept telling ourselves, *“At least we’re together — we will endure.”*</em>
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<div><em>Weeks passed slowly. </em>
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<div><em>Life in displacement was harsh beyond words. No electricity, barely any food, and almost no clean water. </em>
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<div><em>We would share small pieces of bread and search desperately for safe drinking water.</em>
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<div><em> Prices of food skyrocketed — everything became unaffordable, even the most basic essentials.</em>
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<div><em>Then came December 14, 2023 — a day that shattered my heart. The house we were sheltering in was bombed.</em>
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<div><em> In one single moment, I lost everything. My father, my mother, my grandmother, my wife, and one of my brothers were gone. Only my other brother and I survived, pulled from under the rubble, carrying pain too heavy to describe.</em>
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<div><em>Today we are living through real famine. Finding food is almost impossible, and when we do, prices are unimaginable. Clean water is a luxury we rarely have. Safety is gone; fear follows us every moment, and the cold bites us at night. </em>
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<div><em>Every morning I wake up wondering how we will survive another day.</em>
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<div><em> But I try to hold on, for the sake of my family’s memory — for the sake of life.</em>
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<div><em>My name is **Thaer Al-Haddad**, and I’m writing this from the heart of suffering, asking for your support. Any help you give us means survival: a piece of bread, a sip of water, or a roof to shield us from the cold and danger. </em>
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<div><em>Every donation — no matter how small — makes a real difference in our lives.</em>
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Tawnya Cliche

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عابر سبيل .

Please, help us keep going… even one step at a time.

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