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In Gaza, my home was a warm refuge that brought the family together, filled with childhood memories and the laughter of loved ones. Every corner witnessed our simple moments that filled the place with life.

But the war changed everything. In an instant, the home that once symbolized safety became a pile of rubble. We lost the peace we once knew, and our memories were scattered among the ruins. Despite everything, we hold onto hope in our hearts, dreaming of returning to rebuild a new life on this land we know as our own. To help me and my family through the link, any donation, no matter how small, is appreciated. https://gofund.me/1222af19

We would like to express our deepest gratitude to everyone who stood by us during these difficult times and offered us assistance. Your donations were not just money; they were a lifeline that lit up our path in the darkness of war. Thanks to your generosity, we have been able to secure essential needs and regain some hope in rebuilding our lives.

However, our journey is still ongoing, and the road remains long. Every small contribution makes a significant difference, and with every hand extended to us, we feel that there are people who share our pain and hope. We invite you to continue supporting us, even with the smallest amounts, so we can stand on our feet again and face the future with strength.

Your donations are the hope we live by. May God reward you abundantly for your generosity, bless your livelihood, and grant you goodness for your compassionate hearts. https://gofund.me/1222af19

“I never imagined that the sounds of destruction would invade my life with such cruelty, but they did. One dreadful morning, the army stormed into our home in Gaza, armed with weapons of devastation as if they had come to strip us of everything. They broke through our doors without mercy, tampered with our precious belongings, and left a deep scar in every corner. My university books, the dreams I had built page by page, were stacked on the shelves of my room, waiting for the day I would celebrate my graduation, but they left them with no chance.

It wasn’t long before I heard the deafening explosion. A tank shell had destroyed our home, turning it into rubble. I watched my dreams scatter, and my academic life, which I had worked so hard for, collapsed in an instant. I lost my university studies and the hope I clung to. My wedding day, that moment I had eagerly awaited, was lost too. There was no longer a home to celebrate in, nor a place to hold the happy memories.

Today, I stand here, under the mercy of the sky, between ruins and pain, pleading with compassionate hearts to give me a glimmer of hope. Your support is what I need now to rebuild what the war destroyed, to piece back together my shattered life, and to start anew despite the agony. Every donation, no matter how small, will bring hope and restore part of my lost dreams.”

My name is Aya Muhammad. I was born and raised in Gaza, where I lived a simple life filled with hope and ambition. From a young age, I dreamed of making a positive change in my community and achieving a dignified life for my family. I studied commerce at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, looking forward to graduating and starting my journey toward independence. During my studies, I met my husband, Muhammad, and our love story grew with hope as we planned to build a home and life together.

We were preparing for our marriage, spending time setting up our home and choosing the furniture we had always dreamed of. We shared beautiful moments dining in Gaza’s restaurants, walking along the beach, and enjoying peaceful times with our families, where life was full of joy and hope.

Then, suddenly, war erupted, turning our lives upside down. Our home was destroyed, forcing us to flee from Beit Hanoun in northern Gaza to the south, where we found ourselves living in a cold tent during the harsh winter. We lost our jobs and our source of income, and the dreams we had built together disappeared. As we faced repeated displacement, we moved from streets to open areas, with no choice but to endure the difficult conditions imposed upon us.

During this time, my husband lost some of his family members, and we endured the grief of losing loved ones and neighbors day by day. My father became bedridden after suffering paralysis, without access to the necessary medical care. These hardships weighed heavily on us, and despite the limited aid we receive, we try to stay strong and make it through each day.

Today, I share my story with the world, hoping our voices reach those who can help us rebuild our lives and support us as we strive to overcome this tragedy. My story is more than words; it is a call for support and a hope for building a better future.

To donate and support us, please visit the following link https://gofund.me/1222af19

Watch what the Israeli army did to my home in northern Gaza. It destroyed my life and my family's. 😞💔