Help me feed my family so we can survive.

Imagine a family of 19 people in one room, resembling a tent.

19 people, including 8 children.

All of these people are starving every day and suffering every day. I would tell you my story, how I was and how I became during this war, but I will only tell you that I want to feed my family. Our only source of income is this link.

Everything is expensive and unaffordable. Flour, the basic and essential ingredient in every meal, costs more than 300£ per bag and 10£ per kilogram. To eat just one meal a day and be satisfying, we need 4 kilograms of flour.

Our children ask for nothing but bread.

I hope you can support me if you can.

My little sister, my nieces and the rest of my family weren't happy in this picture because I got a degree or a job. They're just happy because I was able to bring them 3 kilos of flour from your donations.

Thank you all.

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This is my personal story, and every member of my family has a story:

I am one of the most affected people in the war on Gaza (dream, future, home and illness)

Dream:

My dream was to be a YouTuber, and I started my journey and made great progress in it, I was seeking to share my hobbies and talents in it.

But the war destroyed everything, in this room of our house was my video recording studio, in it all my equipment, but nothing of my equipment was spared.

Future:

I was one of the most diligent people in my academic and professional life.

I was one of the most diligent people in my studies and at the end of every academic year I got the highest grades whether in school or university.

As for my professional life, I worked in my university field of study before I got the degree, I was working on freelance work sites on the Internet and I was getting money.

But the war stopped this progress and success, I am now in my second year at university and I want to complete my academic and professional mission.

House:

We had a big house with four rooms on one floor. We lived and coexisted in it. Our house was a palace in my eyes and my room was my heaven.

My father built this house and paid everything he owned to build it. He even had debts that he had not yet paid for the price of building the house.

This house holds many memories of joy and sorrow, but I did not know that the demolition of this house was the greatest sorrow.

We had a garden in front of this house. My father used to water it every day at five o'clock, plant something new, and take care of it.

In the blink of an eye, this house was bombed as if nothing had happened. All the memories were gone. Now we are homeless. We moved to my uncle's house to live in his house, half of which was also destroyed.

Disease:

I have been suffering from hair loss since childhood, and in my youth I started to care about the disease and its treatment. I used to buy my medication from outside Gaza for a large sum of money that I used to bring from my freelance work on the Internet.

But the crossing was closed and I could not bring my medication from outside and my hair fell out again.

What I want is to travel outside Gaza for treatment and to achieve my dream and to complete my studies and for my father to build his house.

I now have about a quarter of the amount I want.

This is my story. I hope you support me,

Thank you.