Uratuj mojego przyjaciela z Gaza

In the city of Gaza, where the earth embraces the sky, lived a young man named Amjad. Amjad dreamed of a bright future, but war had obscured his dreams, shrouding his sky in dark clouds.

As the war began, hunger knocked on his family's door. Amid the explosions, Amjad watched his family suffer, and his heart bled with every glance of sorrow. From a weight of 89 kilos, he had dwindled to 50 kilos, as if life was fading away from him bit by bit.Day after day, Amjad walked through the devastated streets in search of food. He met neighbors who were enduring the same fate, and hunger became their constant companion. There was no hope for improvement, and their eyes told stories of pain and suffering.

One night, Amjad sat with his family around a small flame, their faces flickering in the dim light. He tried to smile, but he knew that his smile was no longer enough. "We will stay here, but hunger will not cease," he said softly.

Days passed, and hunger continued to visit him. He had lost hope that dawn would ever come. With each missing meal, the pain deepened, yet the human spirit persevered. They supported one another, even as hunger lingered.

In the end, hunger was not the only hope; it was the human connections that united them in the face of darkness. With each passing day, Amjad realized that pain brought them together and that they would not be alone in thisI never imagined I would be here — writing these words, asking for help.

 But today, I have no other choice. For the past 20 months, since the beginning of the brutal siege and war on Gaza, I’ve been doing everything I can to support my family of 8 still living there.

 I’ve never asked anyone for financial assistance. I worked hard and sent everything I could from my own earnings to help them survive.
 But now… I can’t anymore.In the heart of darkness and amidst the destruction, our little Ayla was born—a flower blooming in the rubble, knowing nothing of this world but the sound of warplanes and sirens. She is only two months old, and her innocent eyes have seen nothing but suffering. There is no milk, no diapers, no electricity—none of the basic essentials a baby needs to survive. Her father, my brother Osama, is doing everything he can to keep her safe, but he’s helpless in the face of siege and extreme shortages. Ayla isn’t asking for much—only a chance to grow, to be fed, to sleep without fear, and to be held in her mother’s arms without the pain of hunger or cold. We are reaching out with hope that kind hearts like yours can help. Her life depends on it.Today, if you can even find it, one kilogram of flour costs more than $150. And because banks have been destroyed, 45% of any money I send is taken by middlemen just to convert it into cash — making that same kilo of flour cost nearly $300.

 A kilogram of potatoes costs over $100. It now takes more than $200 per day just to feed my family one meal.
And I’ve reached my limit — emotionally, physically, and financially.



 I’ve used all my savings, gone into debt, and I still can’t meet their most basic needs.

 I’m asking for your help. Not for myself — but for my family, who are suffering daily, without food, without water, and without a way out.

 Any amount you give will go directly toward feeding them and keeping them alive. Please share, donate, and pray. Your kindness could literally save lives. With deepest gratitude.

Thank you, 🙌❤️🕊️🙌🕊️