My only survivor son Muhammed asked me: "Papa, the war on Gaza is over now will Mama and my siblings come back? I lost my wife and three children during the war on Gaza 😭🇵🇸🙏💔

O people of kind and merciful hearts, 🙏💔

I will speak to you about my story and my tragedy in some detail, for my heart is writhing in pain and longing. 😔🙏

My heart was torn apart, my very being crushed under the unbearable weight of sorrow. My life came to a complete halt, and I found myself living in a world devoid of life. That moment—the moment I received the call that shattered my existence, tore through the depths of my soul, and made everything around me collapse. I cannot forget that day; it is etched into my memory in letters of blood and tears. Every moment, I hear their voices in the silence of the night. I feel their innocence surrounding me as if they never left. I used to dream of their future—how they would grow up in my arms, how I would witness their successes and joys. But the cruelty of fate snatched them away before I could bid them farewell, before I could shower them with my love forever. 💔

My wife—the soul of my soul, my heart, and the pillar of my life. She was strong, patient, capable of facing hardships with a smile, shouldering burdens on my behalf. She embraced our children with indescribable love, filling our home with peace and tranquility. She was my support in every moment, someone I relied on as much as I relied on myself. 💔😔

Malik, my little twin soul, I saw him as my support just as I was his. With his intelligence, courage, and beautiful laughter that filled our home with joy, I imagined a future full of ambitions with him. 💔😔

Miral, the apple of my eye, was calm, intelligent, diligent in her studies, and obedient in everything we asked of her. She was a reflection of her mother in her devotion and kindness, always excelling in everything she did. 💔😔

Nisma, my little angel, was meticulous, clever, and a miniature version of me. I watched her grow before my eyes. She carried a purity I had never seen in anyone else, as if she were a piece of paradise sent to fill our lives with unparalleled happiness. 💔😔

Just hours before they were martyred, we sat together, laughing, embracing one another with indescribable love. Before I left, they all lined up at the door, and I hugged them one by one—except for Muhammad, my youngest child, who could not bear to part with me. With a trembling voice, he said, "Baba, don’t say goodbye; I want to go with you." He burst into tears, and my heart could not bear the weight of the moment. It felt like a final farewell. 😔

Something inside me was warning me, though I did not understand it at the time. It felt like I was living the last moments with them, but I could not fully grasp it. I bent down, took Muhammad in my arms, kissed him, reassured him, and cried silently… as if my heart already knew that I would never see them again.

I left, leaving behind my entire life—everything that made me smile, everything that gave me strength to carry on.

Hours later, I received that call. The voice on the other end was distorted, unclear, but the words pierced through me like sharp knives: "The residential block where your wife and children lived was bombed. The house has turned to rubble."

I could not comprehend it. I could not process what had just been said. My wife?! My children?! I collapsed and lost consciousness. 😔

Every day since that moment has been an unhealing wound. I relive that moment over and over again. I see them in every corner. I hear their laughter in every part of the house—but they are not here. Every time I look at their empty places, I feel as if I am drowning in an endless sea of grief and longing. Now, all I have left are their memories and tears that never dry. 😭

All that remains is my youngest child, Muhammad, who is now four years old. I pulled him from beneath the rubble. He suffered a fracture in his leg and underwent four surgeries, none of which were successful due to the lack of medical resources in Gaza's hospitals. This has resulted in a difference in the length of his legs. But I will do everything in my power to continue his treatment.

I place my hope in people of generosity and kindness like you. Any donation, no matter how small, will help us get through this phase. Muhammad is now my only hope in this life. He gives me the strength to keep going despite the unbearable hardships we are facing.

All I wish for is to secure a future for him filled with love, happiness, and safety—just like any other child in this world.

In addition to that, I am now living with my elderly parents, who suffer from multiple illnesses, as well as my two sisters, my brother, and my son. I am the sole provider for all of them, with no source of income after losing my job as an English translator and after our home in northern Gaza was completely destroyed.

I place my full hope in you to stand by my side, to support me, and to help me overcome this unimaginable tragedy. 💔🙏😞 Attached is my GoFundMe link to help us overcome this suffering and hardship ❤️🙏🥹 https://gofund.me/8a827ae4