Save Tareq's Family From the Genocide in Gaza

Dear kind-hearted souls, my name is Katy, and I live in South-West England.

The host of the family's previous campaign has been unable to continue, so I have created this new campaign for my friends, Tareq and Rasha & their three beautiful daughters: one-year-old Bana, 3-year-old Massa, and 6-year-old Joanna. 

Early on in the Genocide, the family’s house and Tareq’s law firm were bombed, leaving them homeless and without any income. In the blink of an eye the security and safety Tareq had worked so hard to provide for his daughters futures was destroyed. 

For the last year and a half I have been in regular contact with the family. I have witnessed them enduring homelessness, multiple displacements, relentless, horrifying bombardments and now, along with everyone in Gaza, level 5 catastrophic starvation.

Every day, Tareq endures queuing for hours to obtain what little drinking water and basic foods are available in the markets to feed his starving children. The prices of everything are exorbitant and unaffordable. Often, there is nothing available, and the family goes without eating for days.

The Genocide has robbed the family of all means of sustenance, leaving them reliant on your donations for basic day-to-day survival until the Genocide ends and they can evacuate to safety.

My Story… From Stability to the Unknown

My name is Tareq Ibrahim, and I used to live a simple yet dignified life in Gaza. I worked as a lawyer, a job I loved, and I supported my small family: my wife and our three beautiful daughters, Joanna, Masa, and Bana.

Our home was our safe space. My office was my livelihood. My heart was full of dreams. I was never rich, but I was grateful, content, and hopeful.

Then the war came. It struck like an earthquake, destroying everything I had built, everything I thought was safe. In just moments, everything turned to ash. I lost my home, my office, my legal documents, my savings, and my dignity as a provider. We were forced to flee from one area to another, carrying our daughters through fear, hunger, and relentless bombing.

Have you ever seen your child cry from hunger, with nothing in your hands to offer?

Have you ever imagined the sound of warplanes becoming the soundtrack of your life?

This is not a movie or a tragic scene from a drama, this is our real life.

Today, I am a man who has lost everything… Except for my faith in your humanity.

I am reaching out to you from the heart of suffering—not to ask for pity, but to ask for a chance.

A chance to survive.

A chance to buy food for my girls.

A chance to rent a safe place to sleep.

A chance to heal wounds, many of them not visible, but deep within our hearts.

Every small contribution you make means the world to us:

• A warm meal for Bana, who cries from hunger
• A blanket for Masa, who shivers from the cold at night
• A word of hope I can whisper to Joanna, instead of the silence that breaks me

From the heart of a broken father… help my family survive.

Tareq Ibrahim

From Gaza, where life itself has become a distant dream…