Dear friends and compassionate souls,
I write to you with a heart filled with an indescribable sorrow and pain that no words can fully express. My name is Ahmed Osama, and I am from Gaza, Palestine.
On the night of October 22, 2023, my life was shattered in a single moment. I was staying at my uncle’s house when a deafening explosion tore through our neighborhood. I tried to call my wife immediately, but there was no answer. I waited through the long, agonizing night until morning, when I ran to the hospital, praying for a miracle.
But there, the unimaginable awaited me. I found my three beloved children, my seven-year-old twins, Malik and Miral, and our five-year-old daughter, Nisma, lying lifeless on the cold hospital floor. They had been killed in the bombing that destroyed our home.
My wife, Areej, was critically injured and fought for her life in the ICU for two days before she passed away. My youngest son, Muhammad, was pulled from the rubble with severe injuries, including broken bones and deep wounds. He has since undergone four surgeries and spent two weeks in Al-Aqsa Hospital. Though he is now in a more stable condition, the emotional and physical scars he carries, like mine, are deep and lasting.
Before the war, I worked as an English translator. Our home was filled with love, laughter, and hope. That life is now gone. Our house in northern Gaza was destroyed, and I have lost my job. We have no source of income.
Today, I live with my elderly parents, both of whom suffer from chronic illnesses, along with my two sisters, my brother, and my son Muhammad. I am now the sole provider for my entire family, and the burden has become overwhelming.
The situation in Gaza is catastrophic. Bombings continue daily, the borders are closed, and humanitarian aid is nearly nonexistent. We are facing severe shortages of essentials, there is no electricity, no gas, no clean drinking water, and the cost of basic goods is beyond reach. Each day brings more hardship.
Famine has now reached its peak. People are collapsing in the streets from extreme hunger. We cannot access what is called “humanitarian aid” because those who try to reach it are injured or killed. You are our only hope for surviving this famine and this war.
In this moment of unimaginable suffering, I turn to you with a humble plea. Any support you can offer, no matter how small, could help us survive these dark times and give Muhammad the future every child deserves.
You can offer support through my donation link: https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide 🙏💔
Please, if you are unable to help or donate, I kindly ask you to share my story in the hope that it may reach others with generous and compassionate hearts. 🙏💔
Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for taking the time to read our story. Your kindness could make all the difference for our survival, and for Muhammad’s hope-filled future. 🙏💔
With deep gratitude and sorrow, 🙏💔
Ahmed Osama
