"Help me save my family from genocide."

My name is Emad Mohareb, and I am 29 years old. Since the beginning of the war, 550 days ago, we lived under constant bombardment and air strikes all the time, and people are killed everywhere. We used to run from one shelter to another to search for safety. There is no safe place.

‏And since the beginning of the war, I have been working with my colleagues under great pressure and we are making a great effort to criticise and serve the injured. There have been many difficult and shocking scenes that have tired us more than anything else to this day, repeated daily.

‏Before the war, it was my last preparations for my wedding ceremony, but the war came and destroyed everything planned, and I cut off roads and contacts with my fiancee, who was in the north of the Strip. With the increasing pace of bombing and continuous killing, I lost many of my brothers and their sons. After the sixth month of the war, my fiancee decided to move alone from the north of the Strip to the south, and we decided to marry without any wedding ceremony that was planned in the past. Days later, our house was targeted, and I lost more of my brothers and their sons, and we returned to displacement again to look for safety, and my wife was pregnant with our first son and After the difficult months of pregnancy in the absence of healthy food, my eldest daughter Sham was born, and we returned to what was left of our house to live in. It was not a few days, but the occupation forced us to evacuate the house again to target the surrounding houses, and it was completely destroyed and what was left of our house.

‏Let's be forced to move again to the north of the Strip in the house of her grandfather to Sham, and a few days later I was in the south of the Strip in the hospital in my workplace, her grandfather's house for Sham was targeted.

‏Sham is a martyr after she was injured in the head and her hand was amputated at the age of two months, and her mother's injury was eloquent injuries all over her body.

‏didn't ask for much from life; we just wanted to live with dignity. Now, after we've lost everything, we need help. We need someone to extend a helping hand, someone to help us rebuild what's been destroyed, someone to give us a chance to start over.

‏If my voice can reach you, I hope you find space in your hearts to help us. house is not just stones; it is our life, and if we lose it, we lose everything. Is there a compassionate heart that will restore some of what we've lost? Donate and share my campaign with your friends. Help me, after God, and I hope to meet someone who appreciates what I and my family are experiencing during this genocide