My Journey To Escape The War In Gaza

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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Desaparición de hojas y árboles

ㅤㅤLa brisa abrasaba su cuerpo, haciendo que su cuerpo temblase de arriba abajo a pesar de estar recorriendo las calles donde se encontraba su nuevo hogar. Era invierno y los árboles se encontraban sin sus bellas hojas, a veces se preguntaba: ¿a los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y que el viento se las llevara? ¿A los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y que las personas las pisaran? ¿A los árboles les dolerá dejar caer sus hojas y no saber más de ellas?

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Interrumpió su propia reflexión para exhalar con liviandad mientras intentaba acomodar su bufanda y gorro, la temperatura seguía bajando, lo que significaba que la nieve se aproximaba. Eso le hizo pensar en su reflexión como una metáfora, donde el árbol era ella misma y las hojas eran las personas que ha perdido en el camino de su vida.

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Estaría mintiendo si dijera que no sabía en qué momento se convirtió en un árbol de invierno, porque en realidad sí sabe cuál fue el momento exacto en que sucedió.

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Toda su vida había intentado ser un árbol de primavera, donde las hojas crecían y crecían con una facilidad increíble, eso le fascinaba; ser un árbol de invierno era algo que jamás se le pasó por la cabeza. Porque ella no quería ser distinta, ella quería ser igual que ellas, igual que todas y todos.

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Pero él. Una hoja amarillenta que comenzaba a tornarse café. Fue él quien la convirtió en un árbol de invierno.

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Esa hoja amarillenta media marrón, con quien convivió en una primavera que, según ella, no parecía tener fin. Ella creía que con él sería una primavera eterna, en la que no importaba cuántas hojas verdes florecieran, siempre serían solo ellos dos.

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Pronto se dio cuenta que aquella abrasadora y cálida primavera ya no tenía el mismo significado para él. Ella hizo florecer tantas hojas en primavera que no se dio cuenta cuando lo marchitaron a él.

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No hubo verano ni otoño.

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La primavera se fue con él y con todas las demás hojas.

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Fue allí cuando se convirtió en un árbol de invierno. Ahora ella vivía en un invierno eterno.

💔 My child is not dying because of illness... he is dying because we are poor! 💔

🚨 This Is Not A Call... This Is A Scream From A Mother Watching Her Child Slowly Suffocate, And She

He is not dying because his body is weak…He is dying because he was born into a world where only the rich get to live.Because he needs surgery… but it will only happen if we pay!

Is being poor a crime that deserves death?

I am a mother, standing here helpless, watching my baby struggle to breathe.I can’t even hold him and comfort him because he’s slipping away from me…With every second that passes, I watch him die a little more.And I am dying with him, because we don’t have money to save him.

❌ The doctors said: "He has hours left… if we don’t do the surgery now, he will die."

But no one asked about my pain, no one asked about my heart breaking… they only asked: "Do you have the money?"

Is this the price of life now? Money over humanity?

My child doesn’t know what money is…He doesn’t deserve to die just because he was born in a poor family.

Please… don’t let my baby die like this. Don’t let me bury him knowing his life could have been saved if only we were rich.

Donate anything… anything at all… because even a little can give him another chance at life.

Share this plea… don’t let him die silently just because we are poor!

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Save him… Save me… before we are both buried forever.

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