War Took Everything. Help the ANAS Family Start Again

Hello everyone,

We are the Anas family, a family of five from Gaza.

For the past 18 years, we have lived through war, fear, and destruction.

Before the war, we lived a simple but happy life in Gaza. Our home in Shujaiya wasn’t big or luxurious, but it was filled with peace, love, and comfort. We had our own land — a small garden where we planted vegetables, a roof where we sat on warm evenings drinking tea, laughing as a family. Our kids went to school every day with joy, dreaming about their future. We had work. We had neighbors we trusted. We had routines, family dinners, birthdays, laughter. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was ours. It was full of meaning.

Then, everything changed in a moment.

The bombing started, and we had to flee our home during the first week of the war. We left everything behind — not knowing it would be the last time we would see our home standing. We first went to Rimal, hoping to be safer. That’s where we heard the news: our home, the place we built with love and hard work, was destroyed. Flattened. Just like that — gone. Everything we owned, everything we saved for, was buried under rubble.

After that, we kept running. From Rimal to Al-Zawaida. Then to Rafah. We’ve been displaced four times. Each time we carry less with us, but more pain. We sleep on floors. Sometimes there’s no roof. Sometimes we stay in tents. The nights are cold, the days are burning hot. There is no electricity, no clean water, no toilets, no privacy. We wait hours just to get a piece of bread. We lost our jobs, our income. We lost our safety, our dignity. We live in fear every day — fear of the next bomb, the next loss.

We used to dream of the future. Now, we just dream of surviving the next day.

We are the Anas family — like many families in Gaza — ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.

It’s hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we sleep under a real roof again. Could help us buy medicine, food, or clean water. Could bring back a little dignity to our lives. If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.

This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we’re still living through it.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

This was our home, before the war:

This was our home, after the war:

We believe that one day we will rebuild it, brick by brick.

But for now, we are struggling to survive.

We have no home, no jobs, and no certainty about tomorrow.

Our family has been torn away from the life we once knew what was once familiar is now just a distant memory.

We didn’t choose this life of exile and suffering.

We were forced into it by war, destruction, and famine.

All we dream of now is safety, stability, and one day… a return to our home.

With all humility, I ask for your compassion and support.

Any help whether financial, moral, or simply sharing our story can make a huge difference. It gives us strength, hope, and the feeling that we are not alone in this world.

Please help us. Please stand with us. ☹️

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.