I Dream Of A Day When My Family Will Be United Under One Safe Roof.

Clarifying some concepts

Who Am I ?

I’m Hamza, a 20-year-old Palestinian from Gaza, and the eldest of five siblings. I lived through 100 days of war — filled with bombing, fear, and deprivation — before I was able to travel alone to Egypt to continue my university education.

Since arriving in Egypt, I’ve been fully dependent on myself. I now work in designing and selling websites for startup businesses. This small job is my only source of income, helping me cover my daily expenses and pay part of my university tuition.

My biggest dream is to save enough money to get my family out of Gaza so we can live together in safety — far from the bombing, hunger, and suffering.

My University Fees In Egypt

My Family's Situation Now In Gaza

I Invite You To Support My Family In Gaza To Achieve A Safe Life And A Better Future.

My family is still living in Gaza under extremely tragic and difficult conditions. During the war, our home was completely destroyed, and now my family has no shelter except for a simple tent they live in under the scorching sun, with no electricity, no cold water, and no means of cooling to ease the intense summer heat. There is not enough food, no jobs, and no medicine.

Leaving Gaza for Egypt has become a distant dream, as it costs around $5,000 per person just to cross the border. I am also in urgent need of covering my university expenses, which include $3,000 in annual tuition fees and an additional $2,000 for registration, seat reservation, and other required procedures by the university.

All I wish for is to raise enough money to get my family of eight out of Gaza and provide them with a dignified life, and to continue my university education without adding more debt to my father, who had to borrow money from his friends to help me start my journey.

Photos of our home before and after the devastating war

This was our home, where we lived in safety and love. Today, nothing remains but rubble and memories.

The war in Gaza is not just about bombings and explosions — it is total devastation that has reached every aspect of life. Nothing is normal anymore; our lives have completely changed.

Our home was completely destroyed. The places that once held beautiful memories have turned into piles of rubble. We’ve had no electricity for more than a year and a half, and clean drinking water is barely available. Even bread has become a difficult dream, and basic food is extremely scarce — not enough for everyone.

Thousands of families are now homeless, sleeping on the ground and under the open sky, with no shelter to protect them from the scorching sun or the cold of night. My younger siblings are deprived of education; schools have been destroyed, turned into shelters, or closed since the war began.

The healthcare system has completely collapsed — no medicine, no equipment, and hospitals are barely functioning under immense pressure. They cannot take in all the cases.

We live under a suffocating siege and constant darkness. We don’t know if we’ll wake up the next day. The sound of warplanes never stops, and the explosions shake the ground around us every day, stealing what little peace or hope remains. I am Hamza, a 20-year-old young man. I’m not asking for the impossible.

Despite everything, I still carry hope in my heart. I work and study, doing my best to provide my family with a better future — far away from the sound of gunfire.

I only hope to find someone who can lend a helping hand — not just for temporary aid, but to give me and my family a chance at a normal life. Just like any young person in this world, I dream of a safe and stable future.