Nolan is a friend of mine who lives in the United States. He is the organizer of my fundraising campaign, as platforms like GoFundMe and Chuffed do not work and cannot be created from Gaza, Palestine. These platforms require linking to a bank account in countries where they operate. Nolan collects donations on my behalf and sends them to a Bank of Palestine account that belongs to my brother here in Gaza. I then use these funds to cover basic living necessities for myself, my son, and my family. Prices are extremely high here in Gaza and the situation is very dangerous.
Ahmed
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My name is Ahmed Osama from Gaza, Palestine. On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed our home, killing my wife and three children. My son Muhammad and I survived; he was seriously injured but lived. I lost my family, home, and work. We now live in extremely difficult conditions with no electricity, clean water, or adequate food or medicine. My only hope is to rebuild a safe future for my son. If you can help, please support us here: π
https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide
If you can't donate, sharing our story means a lot. Thank you, Ahmed Osama ππ
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My name is Ahmed Osama from Gaza, Palestine. On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed our home, killing my wife and three children. My son Muhammad and I survived; he was seriously injured but lived. I lost my family, home, and work. We now live in extremely difficult conditions with no electricity, clean water, or adequate food or medicine. My only hope is to rebuild a safe future for my son. If you can help, please support us here: π https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide If you canβt donate, sharing our story means a lot. Thank you, Ahmed Osama ππ
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My name is Ahmed Osama from Gaza, Palestine. On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed our home, killing my wife and three children. My son Muhammad and I survived; he was seriously injured but lived. I lost my family, home, and work. We now live in extremely difficult conditions with no electricity, clean water, or adequate food or medicine. My only hope is to rebuild a safe future for my son. If you can help, please support us here: π https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide If you canβt donate, sharing our story means a lot. Thank you, Ahmed Osama ππ
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My name is Ahmed Osama from Gaza, Palestine. On October 22, 2023, an airstrike destroyed our home, killing my wife and three children. My son Muhammad and I survived; he was seriously injured but lived. I lost my family, home, and work. We now live in extremely difficult conditions with no electricity, clean water, or adequate food or medicine. My only hope is to rebuild a safe future for my son. If you can help, please support us here: π https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide If you canβt donate, sharing our story means a lot. Thank you, Ahmed Osama ππ
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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 uncleβs 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 βhumanitarian aidβ 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: ππ
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. ππ
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 Muhammadβs hope-filled future. ππ
For transparency and verification:
I am willing to share my WhatsApp number and do a video call with anyone who wishes to verify my identity or story.
With deep gratitude and sorrow, ππ
Ahmed Osama
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Dear friends and compassionate souls,
I have previously shared my story in this community, and many generous souls responded with compassion. But today, I return to you in the darkest and most dangerous days of our lives.
My name is Ahmed Osama, and I am from Gaza, Palestine.
In October 2023, I lost my beloved wife and our three beautiful children in a bombing that destroyed our home. Only my youngest son, Muhammad, survived, badly injured, but still holding on. He has undergone four surgeries, and while he is now in a more stable condition, the pain he and I carry is beyond words.
Before the war, I worked as an English translator. I had a peaceful life with my family, full of love and dreams for the future. That life is now gone. I lost my job, our home was reduced to rubble, and I now live with my elderly parents, both chronically ill, my two sisters, my brother, and my son Muhammad. I am the sole provider for all of them, with no income. Today, the situation in Gaza is beyond catastrophic. We are not living, we are merely trying to stay alive. Bombings are relentless. Starvation has reached its peak. People are collapsing in the streets from hunger. Prices are outrageously high, and food and water are nearly impossible to find. The so-called "humanitarian aid" corridors have become death traps, those who attempt to reach them are often killed or injured.
We are surrounded by destruction, grief, and despair.
And yet, I still turn to you with a humble plea: Please, if you can, offer any support, no matter how small. It could help us survive this nightmare and give Muhammad a future he deserves. You can offer support through my donation link ππ
https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide
If youβre unable to donate, I kindly ask you to share our story, so it may reach others with compassionate hearts.
For transparency and verification:
I am willing to share my WhatsApp number and do a video call with anyone who wishes to verify my identity.
Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for reading and caring. Your kindness could save us.
With deep sorrow and endless gratitude,
Ahmed Osama ππ
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Dear friends and compassionate souls,
I have previously shared my story in this community, and many generous souls responded with compassion. But today, I return to you in the darkest and most dangerous days of our lives.
My name is Ahmed Osama, and I am from Gaza, Palestine.
In October 2023, I lost my beloved wife and our three beautiful children in a bombing that destroyed our home. Only my youngest son, Muhammad, survived, badly injured, but still holding on. He has undergone four surgeries, and while he is now in a more stable condition, the pain he and I carry is beyond words.
Before the war, I worked as an English translator. I had a peaceful life with my family, full of love and dreams for the future. That life is now gone. I lost my job, our home was reduced to rubble, and I now live with my elderly parents, both chronically ill, my two sisters, my brother, and my son Muhammad. I am the sole provider for all of them, with no income. Today, the situation in Gaza is beyond catastrophic. We are not living, we are merely trying to stay alive. Bombings are relentless. Starvation has reached its peak. People are collapsing in the streets from hunger. Prices are outrageously high, and food and water are nearly impossible to find. The so-called "humanitarian aid" corridors have become death traps, those who attempt to reach them are often killed or injured.
We are surrounded by destruction, grief, and despair.
And yet, I still turn to you with a humble plea: Please, if you can, offer any support, no matter how small. It could help us survive this nightmare and give Muhammad a future he deserves.
You can offer support through my donation link https://chuffed.org/project/132129-help-ahmed-osama-and-his-last-remaining-son-survive-genocide ππ
If youβre unable to donate, I kindly ask you to share our story, so it may reach others with compassionate hearts.
With deep sorrow and endless gratitude,
Ahmed Osama ππ
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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 uncleβs 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 βhumanitarian aidβ 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: ππ 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. ππ
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 Muhammadβs hope-filled future. ππ
For transparency and verification:
I am willing to share my WhatsApp number and do a video call with anyone who wishes to verify my identity or story.
With deep gratitude and sorrow, ππ
Ahmed Osama
84
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 uncleβs 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 βhumanitarian aidβ 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 ππ
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. ππ
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 Muhammadβs hope-filled future. ππ
With deep gratitude and sorrow, ππ
Ahmed Osama
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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 uncleβs 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 βhumanitarian aidβ 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: ππ 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. ππ
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 Muhammadβs hope-filled future. ππ
With deep gratitude and sorrow, ππ
Ahmed Osama
Thank you so much dear friend for your feelings, emotions and sympathy toward me, my son and my family. I deeply appreciate it and I hope I can overcome all this suffering and bring him a safe and happy life π
Thank you so much dear friend for your feelings, emotions and sympathy toward me, my son and my family. I deeply appreciate it and I hope I can overcome all this suffering and bring him a safe and happy life π
Thank you so much dear friend for your feelings, emotions and sympathy toward me, my son and my family. I deeply appreciate it and I hope I can overcome all this suffering and bring him a safe and happy life π
Thank you so much dear friend for your feelings, emotions and sympathy toward me, my son and my family. I deeply appreciate it and I hope I can overcome all this suffering and bring him a safe and happy life π
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