Urgent️, help Adham's family in Gaza

Dear donor and supporter, this is a brief overview of me and my family, I want to be a reason to end the suffering and protect and save my family from the war in Gaza and its effects for nearly a year, do you see my message?

I am Adham Madi, a Palestinian resident in the Gaza Strip

I was born in 1996, I was working as a lawyer with my dreams and ambitions, until the war on the Gaza Strip came, which was a nightmare from which we have not yet recovered, before the war we were living a dignified human life, practicing our work, dreams and hobbies in the best possible way, and we aspire to be among the best

•Until the war came and turned our lives upside down, displaced us from our homes, and scattered us. We lost our families, our jobs, our money, our clothes, and even our dreams..

Since our safe haven, our "sweet home", was bombed and leveled to the ground, which held all our memories from our childhood and youth.. everything that was beautiful to us was destroyed.

These are pictures of our home after it was destroyed due to the war on Gaza

We lost everything we had when we left it to the horror of the scene under the weight of bombing and fire, not caring about our money, clothes, and papers. We are now... dispersed in displacement camps, and we are barely making ends meet. We live an inhumane life that animals do not accept, just to live escaping the scourges and horrors of war.

The war has dragged on and we have become depressed, helpless, sick and oppressed.

• I couldn't even escape with my car, which was all I had. I worked for years to save money for it, which cost me years of hard work to get it. It cost $35,000, but unfortunately it also became scattered waste, destroyed by this war. I had many memories in it, some happy and some sad, the last of which was that I held my close friend's wedding in it.

• I would like to introduce you to my beautiful mother

I have no one but "Munira", the cheerful, educated woman with a master's degree in mental health.. She spent her life and her life in my service..

If I were to die in exchange for her life, I would not hesitate for a moment to give her mine..

She was living a wonderful and beautiful life and suddenly her life turned upside down

My mother has no children other than me, I am her only spoiled son, and my father left the country before the war and remained abroad unable to return or do anything for us..

We have no one but each other.. We are trying to hold on to this rosy life.. The life that wants to lead us to destruction in this war..

I am really afraid that she will get a scratch or hurt from it.. So what about you these days, death surrounds us from every side..

My mother is now living a very difficult life with me inside the damned tent, surrounded by a polluted environment, diseases and death, I want to save her outside, I am trying in every way to compensate for these difficult days that she went through, especially after The occupation has destroyed our home and our life; I will do everything I can to save it from these difficult days that will lead us to the abyss if we stay here.

• During our displacement, migration, and escape from death for the fourth time, I suffered an injury to my left foot

• I would like to introduce you to my companion in the war and my beautiful little lover, “Heba,” or as she likes to call herself, “Habosh.”

• Let me introduce you to my uncle Mustafa, a man who bears the burdens of everyone with incredible patience, and his wife Leila, whose love weaves a warmth that defies the biting cold. With them are their children: Maryam, the flower struggling to bloom in barren soil; Ibrahim, who dares to dream despite the closed horizon; Marah, the girl carrying a name heavier than her innocent features; Hassan, the boy forced to grow up too soon; Fatima, whose eyes hold untold stories of endurance; and Rola, the youngest, who watches the world with questions brimming in her gaze.

● My mother is with us, always present in her quiet strength, as am I, striving to be the wall they can lean on. Then there’s Hoboush, the little girl whose faint smile brings a glimmer of light to our dark lives. She grew up under my care after her father disappeared. Recently, we learned through contact with authorities that he is in captivity. Her mother had to travel abroad for treatment, leaving Hoboush in our embrace. I do my best to provide her with food, medicine, and the nurturing she needs..

● We are eleven souls living under a single fragile tent.. a roof as delicate as our shattered dreams, offering no protection from the piercing cold or the relentless cruelty of this reality.

We share the little food we have and endure immense pain together. Each day unveils a new window to death, as massacres and famine draw closer. We cling tightly to one another, as though we are the last thread of hope in a sea of destruction.

Life here has become a silent battle for survival. There is no electricity to light our nights, no warmth to stave off the cold, and no safety to shield our stolen childhoods. Rising costs devour us, and hunger seeps into our dreams. Yet, we hold on to the remnants of our humanity. We eat together, suffer together, and weep silently for a homeland dying within us and for a future yet to be born.

This is our story.. a tattered tent and hearts fiercely clinging to life, despite the encroaching death that surrounds us on all sides.

• From devastated Gaza… to your compassionate hearts

From the depths of destruction and smoke, we dream of a new life, far away from wars, poverty, and pain. We dream of ending this suffering that we never chose. We have lived through days that stripped us of everything: the lives of our loved ones, our homes, our dreams, and even our most basic rights to live.

All we ask for is what every human being deserves: to live in peace, to breathe love, and to enjoy health and safety. But the road to survival is not easy.

Life has become an unbearable burden. We can barely secure our daily sustenance while trying to collect the costs of leaving the besieged Gaza Strip, where “exit coordination” through the Rafah crossing requires up to $5,000 per person, in addition to the basic living expenses we cannot afford.

We are a family clinging to hope, dreaming of emerging from this hell unharmed, without physical or psychological scars. Isn’t it our right to live like the rest of humanity? To dream, to build a future for our children far from the echoes of bombs?

To those with pure hearts, every donation you make is not just an amount; it is a life saved, a dream restored, and hope reborn.

Please donate to save me and my family. Every contribution brings us closer to the life we dream of.

Sending you love and hope from the heart of Gaza,

Adham Madi,,