Timo is collecting donations to help his family leave Gaza after the Israeli occupation bombed their homes in northern Gaza, causing the loss of his parents, grandmother, sister, her children, and husband. Gaza is now under a suffocating blockade. The funds raised will be used for the following purposes:

* Supporting Timo's family members:

* Meeting the basic needs of families in Gaza awaiting evacuation. This includes food, water, medicine, blankets, tents, medical supplies, and other essential needs.

* Assisting families with housing and food when they are evacuated from Gaza to Egypt.

* Providing transportation from the border to Cairo and then to Canada for immigration.

A message from the creator:

Hello everyone, I'm Clay Baker-Lerner. As a friend of Timo's, I learned about his case online. Seeing the genocide and destruction surrounding him through videos and photos prompted us to heed his plea and help. Everyone who knows Timo, including me, will appreciate his kindness and resilience. As many of you have seen and heard, we are witnessing mass brutality being inflicted on the Palestinian people. This should not happen to anyone, and it should not be tolerated. I am raising funds to help Timo and his family so they can leave Gaza safely.

Important: In the event that Timo and his family are bombed and lose our lives, this money will go to help the poor of Gaza.

Please read Timo's story below:

Hello everyone, I'm Timo, a third-year student in the College of Information Technology at the Islamic University of Gaza, majoring in Mobile Computing and Smart Device Applications.

I am very happy to have started my university career and achieved what I had always aspired to. From high school graduation to university, then to work and stability, my family of eleven and I lived a peaceful and beautiful life. We celebrated our small achievements, each of us striving to achieve our dreams. Al-Diableh worked tirelessly to raise us. We had a house in Gaza City, in the Al-Nasr neighborhood, the most upscale and active neighborhood in the city. Our home was beautiful and spacious, filled with security and tranquility, and many beautiful memories were made inside it and in its beautiful garden filled with trees. We recently celebrated my older brother Anas receiving his Master's degree with distinction from the College of Business Administration after serious study and diligence. He also obtained his Bachelor's degree with honors from the College of Engineering at the Islamic University. My sister Fatima also graduated from the Islamic University with distinction from the College of Education, ranking second in her class. We were proud of their accomplishments. We were also preparing to celebrate my sister Fatima's graduation, celebrating her obtaining her master's degree from the College of Education. Our life was perfect financially, emotionally, and socially; we felt no shortage or deprivation. We recently celebrated the arrival of our new granddaughter, "Iman" (Yumna), who was the most beautiful gift from God to our family. We were blessed with two little granddaughters, Butterfly Maria and Princess Elena. My older brother had Princess Dana, who dreamed of becoming a doctor in the future, and her brother Majd, who dreamed of becoming a pilot. My second brother had the beautiful Amal, who dreamed of becoming a teacher, and her mischievous brother Amir, who dreamed of becoming a policeman and soccer player. They were all awaiting the arrival of a new member to their family. My third brother, Engineer Fathi, had Queen Ward, who dreamed of becoming a pharmacist like her mother. I also cannot forget my older sister Omar's children, the eldest son, who was well-mannered and beloved by the family. He was the eldest grandchild and our first joy. He was a professional soccer player, madly in love with swimming and computer games, while his sister Ghada loved design and drawing and was very talented. Batoul was very beautiful and took pride in her beauty. As for their younger brother Ahmed, he loved playing soccer, and he was very young. They were the most beautiful things God had given us, and our house was filled with happiness and joy with their presence.

Our family was large, warm, loving, and close-knit, but on October 7, a tragedy struck that shattered our lives in an instant. We were thrust into a terrifying reality, subjected to a harsh siege in which we suffered all kinds of physical and psychological exhaustion and hunger. To make matters worse, on Sunday morning, October 8, at 7:15 a.m., our house in the Al-Nasr neighborhood was bombed by three F-16 missiles fired by Israeli occupation aircraft. This resulted in the loss of my sister, her husband, and her children (Omar, Ghada, Batoul, and Ahmed), while the rest of the family sustained moderate to serious injuries. We then headed to our other home in northern Gaza. We lived through horrific nights as the airstrikes never stopped. Two days later, we received a call from my sister Iman's husband, who was trapped in his home with his family in the Al-Karama neighborhood, completely under the rubble, along with his family members. The screaming and shelling were terrifying. After several hours, we called the Red Cross and the Red Crescent to rescue them, but they couldn't reach the area due to the intensity of the shelling. After their attempts, they were finally rescued by the Red Cross. They were under the rubble and had very deep and serious injuries. The tragedy wasn't over yet. On Sunday, October 15, 2023, a week after our house in the Al-Nasr neighborhood was bombed, our house in the Beit Lahia project was subjected to violent shelling and heavy gunfire. We couldn't escape. While we were trying to escape, the street was bombed and I lost my father as he was directly targeted by a missile. My father was martyred in front of my eyes. I lost consciousness from the shock and shock of the scene. After that, we went to my uncle's house in Jabalia camp. We lived through extremely difficult days as the shelling continued around the clock and the belts of fire didn't stop. On October 27, 2023, my brothers and I went to check on what remained of our house. When we arrived home, the shelling intensified, shrapnel was flying around us, and fires were raging everywhere. We were truly besieged. At that time, the airstrikes didn't stop for a moment, from 1:00 PM on Friday until 8:00 AM on Saturday. The occupation cut off the internet in Gaza so the world wouldn't know what was happening in Gaza. It was a terrible day that I will never forget to this day. On October 28, my mother went to buy some important supplies for the house. While she was in the market, the market was bombed, and there were many innocent people in it. We were shocked. We didn't want to lose our mother as well. What happened was enough. We searched for her in hospitals, and thank God we found her. She was moderately injured. In the process of finding my mother, I lost 10 of my friends who were in the market during the bombing. They were already martyred. I was terrified, scared, and depressed. The tragedy wasn't over yet...!! On January 2, 2024, the occupation forces surrounded Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza, where my grandmother was receiving treatment. During the siege, due to the intense shelling, missiles, and occupation tanks surrounding the hospital from all sides, we lost contact with my uncle, who was caring for my grandmother, along with his pregnant wife and young child. We were closely following the news. Drones were shooting at anyone trying to leave the hospital, and an occupation sniper was stationed outside the back door, killing anyone who tried to leave. Armed occupation soldiers and their dogs entered the hospital, which was filled with sick, wounded, and elderly people. After days of fear and anxiety, we received news that my grandmother had been attacked by dogs, poisoning her body and causing her to lose consciousness, leading to her death. While the occupation forces arrested my uncle, we have not heard anything about him to this day. His pregnant wife miscarried out of fear and was beaten by occupation soldiers. Their young child was severely injured. The fear was evident on our faces and on the faces of our grandchildren, and their fear broke my heart. When I looked into their eyes, I saw this fear and brokenness in the eyes of the children. Innocent people who did nothing wrong, lost their beloved grandfather, their beloved aunt, and their cousins who were waiting for them moment by moment, it was so painful.

This link shows the moment my family was captured in the Al-Nasr neighborhood

This link shows the night of the violent fire belt

This link shows more photos of the moment my famil

The occupation didn't stop there. It continued to starve us and deprive us of water, eventually forcing us to grind fodder and try to make bread to alleviate the hunger of children suffering from severe malnutrition and dehydration. The suffering and tragedy were intense, forcing us to abandon what remained of our home against our will and flee to southern Gaza, carrying only the clothes we were wearing, leaving behind our memories and everything we owned in an attempt to escape death and survive this genocide that spared no one. We fled to southern Gaza, feeling helpless and oppressed amidst the destruction, tanks, and scattered bodies, some decomposing, some freshly killed. We were surrounded by enemy rifles, which we knew were skillfully aimed at our skulls, ignoring our wounds and the exhaustion of my 65-year-old mother, who suffers from bone diseases, osteoporosis, and arthritis, and requires intensive medical care and regular medication. However, with the onset of the war, my mother suffered from a lack of medical care and medication, which led to a deterioration in her health. The road was terrifying, a road of death. Shells were flying around us, a burning car lay in front of us, and corpses were lying on the ground being ravaged by dogs.

We walked for hours until we reached Deir al-Balah, expecting it to be a safe haven for us and our young children. However, the reality was harsh and difficult. The bombing and destruction never stopped, and we didn't know where to turn. Hunger and exhaustion were wearing us down. We suffered from a lack of money, food, and drinking water in a bleak landscape of darkness and cold. The suffering intensified when my mother's health deteriorated and all remaining medications ran out, making it difficult to obtain. When available, they were very expensive, which broke my heart. We tried to save some medications, but unfortunately, they eventually ran out.

We were on the brink of death several times, but every time a miracle saved us from danger. I still remember trying to help our neighbors collect the remains of their son after their house was bombed. The nightmares, fear and horror of what I saw and felt still haunt me. Our suffering continued, as we received news of the bombing of the remaining part of our beloved house in northern Gaza, the bombing of our father’s car, another chalet we own in northern Gaza, and a plot of land belonging to my brother, then the bombing of our cousins’ house in Nuseirat camp, killing 25 of them, most of them children and women.

We have lost everything, and all we have left are exhausted souls trying to survive in this miserable situation every day. Those souls have lost hope and surrendered to death after their means of survival were cut off, and despair took over them. We found no shelter for 19 people, most of them children, except for a small tent in Deir al-Balah, our last refuge despite its coldness and small size. We were deprived of the most basic forms of life: water, food, safety and warmth. Prices were extremely high, and obtaining food was difficult. Children’s diseases worsened, and their health deteriorated due to the lack of food and water pollution. Hepatitis spread among us due to the pollution and shared bathrooms in the refugee camp where we live, and we all contracted the Corona virus, and my brother Anas contracted a kidney stone, and we spent everything we had to get treatment to survive these diseases.

Unfortunately, they bombed the university where I was studying, the Islamic University that embraced our dreams and ambitions. By the way, all of my family members are graduates of this university. It was a moment of despair and hopelessness. Destruction surrounded us from all sides, and dreams faded before our eyes. But in light of these difficult circumstances, we must find the strength to continue and rebuild.

Hope can be born from the rubble, and resilience can ignite faith in a better tomorrow.

"Stone builds us, and the womb, as long as it works, bears children."

My father used to say, "Hardships make men."

So, I find myself in an unprecedented situation, compelled to reach out to you for your compassionate help to save my life and the lives of my family, and to survive this war. But the price of survival is high: each of us must pay $5,000 to evacuate Gaza and go to Egypt. We have lost all our material possessions, but we do not want to lose our lives, so I have no choice but to humbly ask for your help. This fundraising campaign is a beacon of hope for our survival, our only lifeline amidst the abyss of despair. With a heavy heart, I encourage your generosity to help us overcome this vague dream. Your contribution could mean the difference between survival and oblivion for my family, and for that, we are eternally grateful for any support.

Thank you for your kindness and unwavering compassion in our darkest hours. I hope that after all this suffering, we will achieve peace. Important: If my family and I are bombed and killed, these funds will be allocated to help the poor of Gaza.

The funds will be collected in a US bank account and then transferred to the family via PayPal/Western Union or a bank transfer to the family in Gaza to meet their basic needs. For evacuation purposes, we will send the funds to Tamer's friend in Turkey to facilitate my family's move from Gaza to Egypt and use them to register the family for travel.

Additional funds will be collected to meet basic needs in Egypt after the evacuation and ultimately help the family immigrate to their country of choice.

Every small donation makes a huge difference in our lives. Support us in this ordeal. You are our last hope.

A portion of the proceeds will be used to provide for Timo and his family's daily needs and to pay for his tuition until the borders reopen and Timo can register with a travel agency.

$15,000 of the donations will be used to cover travel expenses through travel agencies and agencies currently available in Egypt, as travel through Egypt is the only way. We have determined that approximately $5,000 of donations are also needed to cover basic needs, such as food, water, clothing, medicine, and more.

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Contact us on social media to learn more about how you can help.

Timo's instagram: @ta.r.sh

Clay's instagram: @clay.bl

"Best wishes" - Timo