am not used to receiving help because I was the

one helping...

Suffering is more than catastrophic...

Death , cold , hunger. There is nothing left for us here. No water, no food, no medicine, no electricity, not even the shelter we have here in the Gaza Strip. A disaster befell us when we were playing chess with my cousins that day. I don’t remember much except hearing To the sounds of explosions around me, the demolition of houses, and my family and I escaping by myself without taking anything from the house with us , My work, my studies, my dreams, all of them left no trace..

Hello, I am Mohammed Saqallah from Gaza 22years, I study pharmacy in the fifth year (graduate) but my university was destroyed, I want to get out of Gaza, me and my family before the inevitable death came there, where we were displaced from our homes and areas that were destroyed, where we have no house left except the street and it is unsafe, I lost my job in which I was working to pay my university fees before the war, now it is completely destroyed

Now my family and I are dying outside our homes, where my family consists of nine brothers, my mother, my father and my brother’s children. The war destroyed our house after he left and where we don't have any shelter, our house had everything we liked but it wasn't the samesame

I fear for my family more than myself. I do not want to count them in numbers after we have entered the second millennium of martyrs here. I am afraid that I will be that number. I don't want to mourn my family members in the future...

Death attacks us every moment here

that we are still alive is nothing short of a miracle. .

A spontaneous picture a year ago with my friend at the university and we are in the chemistry lab

Our war-damaged house has 6 floors, but it is no longer the same. We lost our memories, we lost our security, and we lost everything after him

In the first days of the war, we were safe

playing chess with my cousins, but 3 houses in front of our house were bombed at that time, and 2 of my cousins ​​were hurt. We left our house the next morning for southern Gaza and did not return..(on October 18)

We went for a while to the house of my father’s friend’s family in southern Gaza, where there was safety and life, but suddenly the area turned into a war zone of killing and death, and we were exposed to severe danger, so we fled to the Egyptian border without shelter, without food, without anything.

My job, which I lost, as I got the job 6 months ago

Help me get out of here to build new dreams, a new job, and complete my studies as well, every participation. . Safe area..