Hello, I'm Lucy from Ireland, I made this gofundme for my dear friends, siblings in Gaza Hala and Muhammad, and their family. You can follow Hala on instagram @hala_artist13

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Please read Hala's words to understand her family's life right now:

Some nights, I stay awake counting the pills left for my parents, praying they will be enough to keep them alive until morning.

I am writing these words with a heart that is tired of being strong. I am still a high school student, yet my life has been shaped by worries no teenager should carry. My brother and I are the only providers for our family. Every morning, we wake up knowing that our parents’ health, comfort, and survival depend on what we can somehow manage to provide that day.

My parents are elderly and sick. Their bodies are fragile, and their days are filled with pain, weakness, and long waits for treatment they desperately need. Medicine, doctor visits, and proper nutrition are not optional for them—they are the difference between living and slowly fading away. Yet for us, these basic needs feel painfully out of reach. Some days, we are forced to choose between buying medicine and buying food. Some nights, we divide what little we have and pretend we are not hungry so our parents can eat. Hunger is easier to endure than the pain of watching them suffer.

My father still insists on working, even when his hands shake from exhaustion and his body can no longer carry the weight of long hours. He goes out every day because he is afraid of becoming a burden on his own children. I watch him leave with weakness in his steps and return with pain written all over his face, and my heart breaks because I cannot protect him from hurting himself just to protect our dignity. My mother’s health is fragile too. She hides her pain behind a gentle smile, but at night I hear her crying quietly, whispering prayers that she will not become a heavy weight on our shoulders. No parent should ever feel ashamed of being sick, and no child should ever feel powerless watching that shame grow in silence.

I carry my school books in one hand and my family’s fear in the other. I try to focus on my studies, but my mind is often with the next doctor’s appointment we may not be able to afford, the next medicine we might have to skip, and the constant fear of losing my parents because we could not provide proper care in time. Sometimes I look at my classmates and realize how different our worlds are. Their biggest worry is an exam. My biggest worry is whether my parents will survive another month. Education is my only hope for a different future, yet even continuing my studies feels fragile when survival itself is uncertain every single day.

Despite everything, I refuse to let my dreams die. I want to become a doctor—not for status or pride, but because I have lived the pain of watching the people I love suffer while feeling helpless. I want to be the person who brings relief instead of watching suffering in silence. I want to heal the sick, to save lives, and one day to be able to look into my parents’ tired eyes and say, “You can rest now. You don’t have to be strong anymore. I am here.” I want to give them peace of mind after a lifetime of struggle and sacrifice.This fundraiser is not about comfort, luxury, or extras. It is about dignity, survival, and the right to basic human care. Your support will help us afford medical treatment, essential medicine, proper nutrition, and the basic costs that allow me to continue my education instead of being forced to give up my future to survive the present. Your kindness can turn our fear into breathing space, our despair into hope, and our endless nights of worry into moments of relief.When you donate, you are not just giving money.

You are giving my parents a chance to live their remaining years with dignity, not pain.

You are giving two siblings the strength to carry a burden that is far too heavy for their age.

You are giving a young student the chance to become a doctor who will one day heal others because you helped heal her family first.Even the smallest donation can change our reality. A few dollars can become medicine. A small act of kindness can become another day of life. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story can still save us by helping it reach someone who can. Thank you for seeing us, for reading our truth, and for choosing compassion in a world that has given us too many reasons to be afraid. Your kindness is the hope we hold onto when everything else feels uncertain.

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Please support Hala and her family to ensure they get the resources they urgently need!