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created by Aware_Signal_4925 on 17/03/2025 at 21:37 UTC
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When a Dream Turns to Rubble... A Father’s Story of Losing Everything in an Instant
I am Ashraf, a Palestinian father from northern Gaza. I dreamed of a safe home for my children—Karim, Razan, Rimas, and little Kinan. I dreamed of seeing them grow up in a warm house filled with laughter, of coming home from work and finding them running toward me with joy. But in one moment, everything was gone.
After more than 20 years of hard work, struggle, and sacrifice, I finally built our home. I poured my dreams into every brick, every wall, telling myself, "This house will be my children’s safety." I finished building it just one month before the war. I hadn't even had time to enjoy it, to truly call it home. I was still arranging the details, dreaming of decorating it, filling it with beautiful memories. But the war did not give us that chance.
Then, in an instant, I got the call while I was in southern Gaza: "Your house is gone. It’s nothing but rubble." It felt like my soul collapsed with it. I broke down in shock. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to run there, to dig through the debris, to find anything that still connected me to my dream. But everything was gone.
And it wasn’t just my house. I also owned a small supermarket, my only source of income. I spent countless nights working there to provide for my children. But now, it too is nothing but rubble, with no trace left of what once was. My family is now homeless, without an income, without security.
Today, I stand among the ruins, trying to rebuild my life. But Gaza is in complete devastation—famine is spreading, and survival has become nearly impossible. I sought help from charities, but sadly, most aid now depends on personal connections rather than real need. I cannot sit and do nothing, so I launched my GoFundMe campaign—not for luxury, but simply to provide my children with the basics: food, clothing, and a roof over their heads.
I am not forcing anyone to donate. The choice is yours. But if you believe I deserve a second chance, if you believe my children deserve to smile again, your support—no matter how small—could be the difference between despair and rebuilding our lives. Even sharing my story means the world to me.
You can help by donating here: https://gofund.me/2c68248d
You are my last hope… Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness.
Comment by Aware_Signal_4925 at 17/03/2025 at 22:01 UTC
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One Moment… Was Enough to Erase Everything
Everything vanished in an instant… Our home, our lives, our dreams. Years of hard work, all we built, turned to ashes. We’ve only lived moments of hope, and now we face complete destruction in all its forms. We’ve lost everything, and all that remains are the memories fading with the winds.
Right now, I’m asking for just a little hope, a small gesture that can help us rise from the rubble. Any support, no matter how small, will be a step toward a new life, a chance to build a home and new hopes for my children. I urge you to stand with us in this difficult time and give us the chance to start over.
Your donation can change our lives. Every contribution, no matter how small, is a light in the darkness of our days. Let’s give each other hope, and rebuild what the war has destroyed. Your support can be the hope we need to rise again.