My name is Hazem Mohammad, a young man from Gaza… and this is my story, lived day by day among the rubble, hunger, and fear.
I was once a university student, walking to class with my notebook in hand and dreams in my heart. I had simple goals to graduate, work, support my father and siblings, buy them new clothes, and build a small home where we could live in dignity.
I loved learning. I believed that education was my path out of poverty. I didn’t have much, but I had hope… and a future I dreamed of.
Then the war came like death, without warning. In a moment, everything collapsed. Our home was reduced to dust. My books, bed, clothes, photos everything buried beneath the rubble. All I had left was myself and I now carry this self through a world that barely resembles life.
Today, I am no longer a student. I am displaced. I’m the eldest son who wakes up each morning, not to study, but to walk through destroyed streets searching for firewood. I carry gallons of water on my back for miles under the blazing sun, just to bring a few drops to my father and siblings.
We are living through a real famine. No food. No clean water. No electricity. No gas. No medicine. Sometimes we eat once a day, and sometimes nothing at all. My youngest brother cries at night from hunger, and as his older brother, I stand helpless with no milk, no bread, not even a biscuit to offer him.
I’ve started developing skin conditions. My body is weakening Not just from hunger, but from contaminated water, cold, exhaustion, and despair. But the deepest pain is not in my body… it’s in my heart.
My heart breaks every day when I see my father trying to appear strong in front of my siblings, or when I hear my brothers and sisters ask: “Why is our life like this? What did we do wrong?”
I’ve never asked for much in life… But today, I write to you because I can no longer carry this alone. I’m not asking for luxury only the bare minimum: to keep my family alive.
And I understand that some people may doubt stories like mine which is why I’ve chosen to be fully transparent:
🪪 My full name: Hazem Mohammad 👤 My username is clearly written by hand in every photo I post, to confirm this campaign is mine personally. 📷 All videos and pictures are taken by me, inside Gaza. 🌍 I live in Gaza under siege the destruction you see is my daily reality. 📱 Because internet access is limited and often unavailable, a relative of mine outside Gaza helps me share my story online. But this account is mine, and this campaign reflects my real life and suffering.
📞 Anyone who wants to verify can contact me directly via WhatsApp, and I will open my camera live from Gaza anytime. You will see the destruction, the hunger, the siege with your own eyes. My phone number is clearly shown in my photos.
I appeal to every kind and conscious human being please, stand with us.
A small donation can save our day. A simple share could reach someone who can help. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, could be the reason we survive.
Please, don’t leave us alone to face hunger and death. We are not asking for much we just want to live. [https://gofund.me/3a05a3f7](https://gofund.me/3a05a3f7)
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My name is Hazem Mohammad, a young man from Gaza… and this is my story, lived day by day among the rubble, hunger, and fear.
I was once a university student, walking to class with my notebook in hand and dreams in my heart. I had simple goals to graduate, work, support my father and siblings, buy them new clothes, and build a small home where we could live in dignity.
I loved learning. I believed that education was my path out of poverty. I didn’t have much, but I had hope… and a future I dreamed of.
Then the war came like death, without warning. In a moment, everything collapsed. Our home was reduced to dust. My books, bed, clothes, photos everything buried beneath the rubble. All I had left was myself and I now carry this self through a world that barely resembles life.
Today, I am no longer a student. I am displaced. I’m the eldest son who wakes up each morning, not to study, but to walk through destroyed streets searching for firewood. I carry gallons of water on my back for miles under the blazing sun, just to bring a few drops to my father and siblings.
We are living through a real famine. No food. No clean water. No electricity. No gas. No medicine. Sometimes we eat once a day, and sometimes nothing at all. My youngest brother cries at night from hunger, and as his older brother, I stand helpless with no milk, no bread, not even a biscuit to offer him.
I’ve started developing skin conditions. My body is weakening Not just from hunger, but from contaminated water, cold, exhaustion, and despair. But the deepest pain is not in my body… it’s in my heart.
My heart breaks every day when I see my father trying to appear strong in front of my siblings, or when I hear my brothers and sisters ask: “Why is our life like this? What did we do wrong?”
I’ve never asked for much in life… But today, I write to you because I can no longer carry this alone. I’m not asking for luxury only the bare minimum: to keep my family alive.
And I understand that some people may doubt stories like mine which is why I’ve chosen to be fully transparent:
🪪 My full name: Hazem Mohammad 👤 My username is clearly written by hand in every photo I post, to confirm this campaign is mine personally. 📷 All videos and pictures are taken by me, inside Gaza. 🌍 I live in Gaza under siege the destruction you see is my daily reality. 📱 Because internet access is limited and often unavailable, a relative of mine outside Gaza helps me share my story online. But this account is mine, and this campaign reflects my real life and suffering.
📞 Anyone who wants to verify can contact me directly via WhatsApp, and I will open my camera live from Gaza anytime. You will see the destruction, the hunger, the siege with your own eyes. My phone number is clearly shown in my photos.
I appeal to every kind and conscious human being please, stand with us.
A small donation can save our day. A simple share could reach someone who can help. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, could be the reason we survive.
Please, don’t leave us alone to face hunger and death. We are not asking for much we just want to live. [https://gofund.me/3a05a3f7](https://gofund.me/3a05a3f7)
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