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<div>I am Abdul Rahman, and this is a call to humanity.
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<div>My name is Abdul Rahman.
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<div>I am a 29-year-old Palestinian young man from northern Gaza. I am a graphic designer—or rather, I was.
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<div>Before the war, I lived a simple but dignified life. I had a home, a bed, warmth, clean food, and a sense of safety. I would wake up every morning feeling grateful for what I had, dreaming, like any young person, of a bright future. I was proud of myself, relied on my own efforts, and refused to beg for help. Asking for help has never been easy for me—it weighs heavily on my heart—but I chose to live.
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<div>Then the war came… and uprooted everything.
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<div>In moments, I was transformed from a working young man planning his future into a displaced person running from death. I was displaced more times than I can count. I slept in the streets, under tents, and every time I told myself: “Maybe it will end soon.”
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<div>But it didn’t end—it only got harsher.
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<div>We drank contaminated water and ate food that was barely edible. I contracted hepatitis and diseases I no longer know the names of. We all suffered from psychological breakdowns—unseen, but they devour us every single day.
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<div>And amidst all of that came the shrapnel I never even heard.
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<div>I just woke up to a burning pain in my chest—a piece of shrapnel lodged there.
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<div>No hospital. No treatment. Not even painkillers.
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<div>Today, I live with this open wound—both physically and emotionally.
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<div>I suffer from malnutrition, and my ability to move and work has faded.
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<div>I am not asking for much.
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<div>I just want to live.
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<div>And to my friends around the world:
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<div>Your donation today could save my life.
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<div>It could be the reason I heal—or simply the reason I stay alive in this cruel world.
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<div>I am Abdul Rahman…
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<div>A victim of a war I didn’t choose.
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<div>A human being just like you, who only wants to survive.
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<div>Your help—after God—is what will keep me alive.
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<div>Thank you.
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<div>Hello, I'm CJ Joe from Texas, USA. This donation campaign is being set up on behalf of <strong>Abdulrahman, who is a victim of the war conflict.</strong> <strong>I met Abdulrahman on Twitter (X) around August 2024</strong>, and he has became a close friend like a brother. I have been in direct, regular communication with him and am well aware of his unfortunate circumstances and the tragic situation. I am creating this fundraiser on his behalf in hopes of alleviating his suffering and helping him get by day to day. <strong>He faces unimaginable challenges, and the funds will be used to provide the basics like food, drinkable water, and medications.</strong>
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<div><strong>* All proceeds in this fundraiser are advanced daily to Abdulrahman through PayPal.</strong>
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