My name is Ehab, a father of four children from Gaza.
Before October 7th, we lived in a warm home filled with love, laughter, and hope. My children were among the brightest in their schools, and life—though simple—was beautiful.

But everything changed in a single moment. We lost our home, our work, our loved ones, and everything we once had. My sister and her children were killed, and my wife—who was pregnant at the time—was forced to give birth in Egypt with a very dangerous condition as her blood count had dropped to 7.

For nearly a year, my wife and children endured the war in Gaza before they managed to leave. I couldn’t go with them because I didn’t have enough money. I have now been separated from my children for over a year and a half. My youngest daughter, Talia, was born far away from me, and I have never even held her in my arms.

Today, I live alone in a torn tent—suffering from the burning heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter. Many nights I go to sleep hungry, with nothing to eat. My children, on the other hand, live in an old crumbling apartment that barely lets sunlight in. They cry themselves to sleep, longing for their father. We struggle every day to afford rent, diapers, and milk.

And now, the Israeli army demands that we leave northern Gaza and move to the south. But where can we go? The costs are unbearably high, and we have no safe place left. The painful question that haunts us every day is: Where do we go?

I am sharing my story with a broken heart, praying that someone out there will hear my voice. We have created a campaign to help us survive and reunite me with my wife and children. Please, if you can, donate or share our story. Every bit of support means the world to us.

🔵 Campaign link:
https://gofund.me/00439328

Today, I live out in the open, without shelter to protect me from the cold or the hunger.
The nights are harsh, and the winter wind cuts through my bones.

All I wish for is to give my family a small, safe place — a bit of warmth, a bit of peace, something to hold on to in these endless days of struggle.

Every day, we try to stay strong, to keep hope alive despite everything we have lost.
We still dream of a small home that gathers us again, and of a tomorrow that brings warmth and dignity.

Thank you to everyone who listens, who cares, and who still stands with us.
Your kindness and your words are our true strength. 🇵🇸

A father from Gaza who hasn’t seen his children in over a year and a half, asking for your help Living in the Open, Facing Cold and Hunger