In a house where half is rubble and the other half is fire, a whole family is struggling to survive—day by day.

A mother battling chronic asthma, in urgent need of medication that’s nearly impossible to find, and when it is, it’s absurdly priced.

Our sister Deema doesn’t suffer from a physical illness, but she carries deep trauma from the war. She jumps at silence, flinches at peace.

We are not children—we are grown sons and daughters who used to carry the weight of this home with pride.

Before the war, we stood tall. We had a transport company with five branches.

We worked. My brother worked at a clothing shop. I had my own clothing brand.

Now? Everything is gone. Bombed. Burned. Buried under dust and ashes. Dreams turned into debris.

“Prices of basic needs have skyrocketed to insane levels—up to 10,000%.

There’s no salary. No stable income.

From water queues, to food lines, to struggling daily for the bare essentials of life.”

This campaign—“Hassan’s Campaign”, named after our father who taught us dignity even in hunger—is our call for help.

We’re not asking for luxury. We’re asking for survival. For a chance to breathe.

Help us get through today. Help us get back on our feet. Help us treat our mother, and hold on to what remains of this family.

This campaign also aims to help us cover living costs and—if the border opens—the possibility of safe exit.

Before Rafah’s closure in May 2024, the cost of leaving Gaza was $5,000 per person, and we’re a full household with zero income.

Every donation matters.

Every share could shake walls.

And maybe—just maybe—light will find us again, even if through the tiniest cracku.