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Hello, my name is Mustafa Moein, I am 29 years old. I lost my father when I was 14 years old. I left my studies forever to support my family and because of my young age, I had to provide them with everything they needed, but I endured this life.
was able to gather my daily sustenance with difficulty without everything to feed my mother and sisters after living day and night working to meet some of their necessities. Life has been harsh with me since I was affected. I used to work by the day. Here in Gaza, the number of working hours is not less than 12 hours a day.
Sometimes it is more than that and is equivalent to $10, and sometimes it is less, and this is due to the nature of the work, and it is not enough for more than one meal per person per day, given the number of members in my family, which consists of 7 people.
I lived my childhood in misery. I tried a lot to make us a special source, but without any benefit. Here in the city of Gaza, the conflict every year. There is bombing, destruction, and collapse of the economy and loyalty to prices. In short, there is no future for us. We are always threatened by everything that responds.
But after a long performance and my life was wasted without space I reached the age of 23 and I did not live the comfortable and happy life that most young people live at the beginning of this age, but in this year of my life I became famous to see life from a glimmer of hope because I had a friend who was able to open a used clothing showroom and he asked me to work with him for a daily wage
There are working hours of not less than 14 hours for a wage of between 15 dollars and sometimes more than that and I may bear with the clothing of my little ones from every beginning of the summer or winter season and what I bought to provide more for my basic family I was happy with something despite the little
I did not see my mother or sisters except in the morning when I went to work, and at that time they were always in need of me because my sisters were epileptic, and my work began at (9 in the morning until 11 at night), until I took up this work and began to pick grapes when I was 25 years old.
They were selected by supporters of those who are about to get married. He also worked for a daily wage. He left us a house that he owned before his death in a residential building. It was a 3-bedroom apartment, a bedroom for my mother and sisters, and a staircase that was mine. This house was completely destroyed during the collective memory war.
In the second year of my marriage, my sister passed away. She was a special needs patient who had epilepsy. A month after her death, my sister gave birth to my first child. I had been dreaming of seeing my first child. I had prepared many clothes for him, and he had many toys and a special section in the “for children” department. In fact, my first child became everything I owned, but my joy was not complete, as the house was completely destroyed.
But after the second month of my child’s birth, something unexpected happened. October 7th came, the first day of the genocide. Since October 7th, they started leaving completely and in a new, cruel way. I was afraid for my child and the rest of the partners from the sounds of the vehicles and the flying dust left by the missiles. I was afraid that something bad would happen to them, but I had no choice at that time but to surrender to the reality.
The next day, October 7, we were forced to leave the house while planes were bombing the residential towers next to us with tons of explosives. It was a barbaric bombing, a genocide. I saw the houses being destroyed and the people inside them. I saw the roads being destroyed, death in all its forms. I saw the bodies flying and I saw bodies being burned.We sat in the streets, we slept on the sidewalks, and the smell of blood was everywhere. We did not know what to do. We did not find shelter. We were forced to spend the night in the streets. My family and I spent days carrying my two-month-old baby, and my heart was breaking and I was worried about them all.
After a short period of suffering in everything, I remember in the second month of the genocide the bombing stopped for several days to check on my house, perhaps it had not been bombed, despite the destruction and genocide that I saw on my way home. I was hoping to see it safe, and after a long effort walking, my heart was broken, I reached my house, which had been held together and had become a pile of rubble.
Our lives continued to be displaced, fighting hunger, thirst, diseases, and the loss of relatives, friends, loved ones, and neighbors. We lost those who used to extend a helping hand to us when needed. This genocide made us lose everything we used to see. It is beautiful that this genocide made us lose everything we love. It made us lose the simplest ways of life, unfortunately.
Three months after the genocide, my wife and child were deported to the south of the Gaza Strip. During this period, I was unable to reach news about them, as communication with Gaza City was cut off for several months throughout the north. After a period of time, I learned that they were alive, but not well, as they could not be found. There was no food or shelter, and they did not find anyone to help them, and I could not do anything for them because of the lack of what I had and because of the genocide that occurred.
And here again, life became more harsh with me due to the lack of food and the abundance of hunger and thirst. I did not find shelter, clothes, or covers for my mother and my sisters, here and there, my wife and my child. Everything became expensive due to the genocide and the prevention of the entry of basic resources, food, and public and private needs.
Every day, I face life with difficulty since before the 7th of October, and it has increased due to this genocide, but I try to be the support in everything for my mother (56 years old) and my sister (Asmaa 26 years old), who is deaf and also suffers from epilepsy and has seizures, and I cannot find a medicine for her, and if it exists, it is expensive. And my sister (Amani 18 A.D.) and (Aya 15 A.D.), my wife (Tasnim 19 A.D.), and my child (Taym 1 year and 4 months).
I try to get them even one meal to share, even if it is small. I try to get them clean, disease-free water, and to get them blankets and clothes that protect them from the harsh winter cold. Now the cold has begun to kill us again, and I am extremely worried and afraid of them from the winter cold.
Since the seventh of October, we have been displaced more than 20 times after our house and the homes of our relatives, whom we sought refuge in at the beginning of the genocide, were bombed. We are now in an unorganized displacement center. We suffer from skin diseases, and we suffer from a lack of healthy water and a lack of potable water. We have no place other than this crowded place. I am displaced and there is no support for my mother, my sisters, my wife and my child except me and I am now unable to do the slightest thing.
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Our goal is to get donations for my sister’s treatment and to try to get a house rent for me, my sisters, and my wife Please provide for their necessary needs. Please do not ignore me. I need you. A few dollars will make a difference.
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