Stand with Gaza: Donate to Save Lives and Provide Hope

Dear compassionate souls,

I humbly reach out to you from the heart of Gaza, a place where dreams struggle to survive amidst the harsh realities of life. My name is Rana, and I write to you with a heart heavy with worry and desperation.

On behalf of my family, I say..

My husband studied in Germany and returned to serve his country with the arrival of the Palestinian Authority to Gaza, hoping for a peaceful and secure life... To build a better future for him... for our family and homeland... He built the house and bought the car of dreams and enrolled our children in the best schools... Suddenly, I was surprised with the beginning of October 7th that everything I built and worked hard for went with the wind (the house... the car... the job... our schools and universities).

My husband's health deteriorated... He fell into severe depression after a series of losses... He lost his beloved father... a symbol of hope and resilience after a long journey of suffering from kidney failure...

We went through a grueling journey of displacement, exhausting both the mind and heart. We left Gaza on October 13th and arrived in Khan Yunis. Then, on December 4th, 2023, the building next to us was bombed. We emerged from under the rubble, somewhat physically intact (as we did not lose any limbs), but my cousin's daughter was martyred. From the outside, we may appear unscathed, but inside, we were in complete collapse over what we had endured. We left Khan Yunis on December 5th and arrived in Rafah. We set up a tent for shelter, but it collapsed on us and we were flooded with water. We stayed in the tent for over 3 months, enduring what even mountains cannot bear. We left Gaza burdened with worries and tragedies, hoping to start anew.

The war in Gaza was a relentless storm that swept away our dreams, leaving behind a landscape of desolation and despair. As bombs rained down and chaos engulfed our streets, we clung to each other, our hearts heavy with fear and uncertainty. When the opportunity to escape presented itself, we seized it with trembling hands, fleeing our homeland with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the echoes of explosions ringing in our ears.

With every step away from the devastation, we left behind a piece of our souls, trading our savings—hard-earned through years of toil and sacrifice—for a chance at survival.

Some pictures while living in a tent in Rafah:

Our beloved son suffers from splenomegaly and iron deficiency disorder, and now, an infection in his leg threatens to escalate into a life-threatening condition. Every day is a battle against time as we struggle to afford the medical care he urgently requires. The fear of losing him hangs over us like a dark cloud, overshadowing our every thought and action..

Adding to our burden are our two precious daughters, whose dreams have been shattered by the harsh realities of our circumstances. One of them, on the brink of completing her pharmacy studies, faces the heartbreaking prospect of abandoning her dreams due to financial constraints. The other, in her final year of secondary school, feels the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her as she watches her family's struggles unfold.

As each day passes, the weight of our situation grows heavier, and our hopes dimmer. We are a family in desperate need of a lifeline, a beacon of hope to guide us through the darkest of times. That's why we turn to you, kind-hearted souls, with a humble request for your support.

We also cannot forget the two cats that were with us. They endured this cursed war alongside us. These two cats suffered too, and it was extremely difficult for us to provide them with the necessary food and medical care, including vaccinations and medications.

Your generous contributions could mean the difference between despair and hope for our family. With your help, we can afford the medical treatment our son urgently needs, ensure our daughters continue their education, and rebuild our shattered dreams from the ashes of adversity.

In the depths of our struggle, we are faced with the stark reality of our existence—a life marred by adversity and uncertainty. As we navigate the treacherous waters of displacement and loss, we find ourselves standing on the precipice of despair, our hopes hanging by a thread. With every passing day, the weight of our burdens grows heavier, threatening to crush our spirits beneath its relentless pressure. Yet, in the midst of our darkest hour, we refuse to surrender to despair. We cling to the flickering flame of hope, knowing that with a helping hand, we can rise above the ashes of our circumstances and forge a path towards a brighter future. Your generosity can be the beacon of light that guides us through the storm, offering us the chance to reclaim our dignity and rebuild our lives with newfound strength and resilience.

No donation is too small, for each act of kindness brings us one step closer to a brighter tomorrow. Please, stand with us in our time of need, and together, let's rewrite the story of our lives with love, compassion, and unwavering hope.

With heartfelt gratitude and eternal hope,

Rana and her family