My Family Is Trapped in Gaza — We Need Help to Survive
By MJ. TODD / Canada
I wake up every day wondering if this will be the day my family dies. My name is Ali, and my brother Omar and I are desperately trying to save our family trapped in Gaza before it’s too late.
Our lives were not always like this. We had a home, routines, laughter, and dreams for the future. All of that vanished in a single morning. When the ground invasion began in Khan Younis, the Mawasi area—officially declared a safe zone—was suddenly bombed. Gunfire filled the streets. Anyone who moved was targeted. My family was trapped inside our home for nearly six hours, listening to explosions, waiting to die.
In a moment of pure terror and courage, my brother broke through a wall with a hammer so they could escape. They ran with nothing—no clothes, no memories, no belongings—only fear and the hope of survival.
That night, they didn’t sleep. The next day, they bought a small tent in Rafah, trying to call it shelter. Weeks later, when they returned to see our home, it was gone—burned to the ground, reduced to ashes. The place that once held our family’s love no longer exists.
Today, my parents and siblings—my father Atef (58), my mother Ibtisam (48), my brothers Mohammed (20), Zaki (18), Hamza (16), and my little sister Toqa (13)—are displaced, exhausted, and living in constant fear. My little sister is growing up surrounded by destruction instead of safety. My parents can no longer protect their children the way they once did.
The only way out of Gaza is through the Rafah border, and it requires $5,000 per person. This fundraiser is not about comfort—it is about survival. It is our only chance to get them to safety in Egypt and give them a future beyond fear.
Even one dollar can help save a life. If you cannot donate, please share this story. Your kindness could be the reason my family lives to see another day.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with us in our darkest hour.
With all my gratitude,
Ali
I wake up every day wondering if this will be the day my family dies. My name is Ali, and my brother Omar and I are desperately trying to save our family trapped in Gaza before it’s too late.
Our lives were not always like this. We had a home, routines, laughter, and dreams for the future. All of that vanished in a single morning. When the ground invasion began in Khan Younis, the Mawasi area—officially declared a safe zone—was suddenly bombed. Gunfire filled the streets. Anyone who moved was targeted. My family was trapped inside our home for nearly six hours, listening to explosions, waiting to die.
In a moment of pure terror and courage, my brother broke through a wall with a hammer so they could escape. They ran with nothing—no clothes, no memories, no belongings—only fear and the hope of survival.
That night, they didn’t sleep. The next day, they bought a small tent in Rafah, trying to call it shelter. Weeks later, when they returned to see our home, it was gone—burned to the ground, reduced to ashes. The place that once held our family’s love no longer exists.
Today, my parents and siblings—my father Atef (58), my mother Ibtisam (48), my brothers Mohammed (20), Zaki (18), Hamza (16), and my little sister Toqa (13)—are displaced, exhausted, and living in constant fear. My little sister is growing up surrounded by destruction instead of safety. My parents can no longer protect their children the way they once did.
The only way out of Gaza is through the Rafah border, and it requires $5,000 per person. This fundraiser is not about comfort—it is about survival. It is our only chance to get them to safety in Egypt and give them a future beyond fear.
Even one dollar can help save a life. If you cannot donate, please share this story. Your kindness could be the reason my family lives to see another day.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with us in our darkest hour.
With all my gratitude,
Ali
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