mohammed hussein~Gaza 🇵🇸

We are still alive 💔 But each day, the conditions grow harsher. We face bombings, fear, and hunger. This campaign is our only lifeline for survival during the war in Gaza. Please donate and share ❤️: chuffed.org/project/help-u…

The morning sun rose over Gaza, but it brought no food for my children. Imad and Adam are still asleep, and my heart trembles with fear that they’ll wake up to the pain of hunger. I’m going out now, before they open their eyes, heading to the American aid point— hoping to…

I’m writing to you now from Gaza — please don’t let us down. Share this message. I want the whole world to hear our cries, hoping someone will come to our aid. My children and I, and everyone still surviving in Gaza, are screaming from hunger. There is no food. Please save us…

This is what my little boy Imad just said 💔: “I will travel and study in schools outside Gaza, and I’ll tell my friends that I’m a hero — because I survived a genocide in Gaza.” What do you think? Is my child a hero?

A conversation that took place today in our tent… Yara (gazing at the worn-out ceiling): "Do you remember our home? Every corner held a memory… Even the sound of the windows when the wind blew used to comfort me—not scare me like now." Imad (excitedly, his eyes sparkling):…

I defended my master’s thesis amid the rubble of war in Gaza 💔… My dream was to pursue a PhD immediately, but the war stole time, destroyed the universities, and blocked my path. But I decided not to give up. From this moment on, I will follow PhD books online, study alone,…

A conversation that took place in our tent this evening... Yara (staring at the torn ceiling): "Do you think we should leave the country if the war ends? Move somewhere safe?" Me (sighing, gazing at her tired face): "Leave? After all this pain? No, Yara… we didn’t endure all…

I didn’t want to go to the American aid point today… Something inside me kept whispering, “Don’t go. You can’t risk your life again.” But hunger is louder than fear. And the empty eyes of my children pushed me out the door. The crowd was overwhelming, the faces were tired, and…

My children, Imad and Adam, and I are still alive💔. But tell me… do we matter to you?

Here I am, riding on the back of a car—still alive, but my country is gone 💔 I just wanted to show you how Gaza looks in ruins… how life struggles to move forward amidst the rubble. Free Palestine ✌️

This conversation is happening now, as I return from the American aid distribution point, dragging my exhausted feet, with a heart heavier than my body… Yara (worried, her eyes filling with tears): You're back?! Where’s the flour? What happened?! Me (in a low voice): I brought…

A conversation that took place this evening in our dark tent, while the sound of warplanes filled the sky and hunger filled our hearts: Imad (softly, holding his stomach): “Baba… I’m hungry. Is there any bread?” Adam (trying to speak, tugging at my shirt): “Baa… eat…” Yara…

Thank God I made it back safely 💔 Since early morning, I left to get a single bag of flour from the American aid — just one bag to feed my children. But we were bombed, and they opened fire on us… knowing we came only for a piece of bread. They lure us with food, then kill us!…

It’s not a beautiful morning at all… My little boy Adam woke up crying, asking for bread to have breakfast — but sadly, we have none. I’m going out now to search for some bread… Please pray that I don’t come back empty-handed. My heart can’t bear my children’s tears 💔

Today, after searching through every market I could find in Gaza, I finally came back to our tent with just one kilo of flour… We hadn’t had bread since yesterday. My wife Yara kneaded the dough and baked 11 small loaves. We ate some for lunch and saved four for dinner. But…

To the Arabs who abandoned us while we, your brothers and sisters, starve to death in Gaza: I am not one of you, and I will never take pride in being part of you. I will never forgive you — you left us to die of hunger. Shame on you. 🖕

I write to you from Gaza, from my tent, beneath the savage sounds of bombings… and the louder cries of my aching, empty stomach. 😭 Is there anyone out there who can hear me? Anyone who can see us?

I write to you now from beneath the sorrowful skies of Gaza, under constant Israeli bombardment. But this time, I’m not just writing about the bombs—we’ve grown used to those. Today, I write to you about hunger… because I am starving. It has been nearly six months since we last…

The worst day ever in this war on Gaza. Today, we didn’t eat anything… there is simply no food left in Gaza 😣. To the world, and to the Arab nations—you have abandoned us. You watched us starve, and stayed silent..

To everyone reading this tweet, don’t scroll past, share it so our voices reach the world 😭😭 We are starving in Gaza, no food, no water, only bombings, tents, and slow death I can’t bear seeing my children Imad and Adam crying from hunger, and I don’t even have a piece of bread…

We are not living… we are just trying to survive, day by day, under bombing, fear, and hunger. My children don’t know what safety means, and my wife struggles every moment to turn a tent into a home. But we still dream, we endure, and we ask the world not to forget that we are…