Amro Hani Saad El-Din Dababesh

Why this support matters now

Because of a loaf of bread, our tragedy began—a tragedy that has no end—and because of it, something within us broke that can never be mended. 💔 ​We lived in Gaza, under a sky that no longer rained anything but death. Our home, which once brought us together, was turned to ashes. My father has been gone, hidden behind the bars of imprisonment since the start of the war, leaving us without support, without walls, and without safety. 🏚️🔥 Fifteen times the Israeli army displaced us from one place to another, until we finally settled in a worn-out tent. It does not protect us from the biting frost that gnaws at our bones by night, nor does it spare us from the scorching sun that burns our bodies by day. ​But "Hunger" was the fiercest enemy. The harsh famine left us with nothing—no money, and not even a dry crust of bread. 🥀 ​A Journey of Death for a Morsel ​On that ill-fated day, I looked at my little brother Musab’s face; he was as pale as the dust, his eyes sunken from extreme hunger. I told him: "We will go, brother. We will get the bread that the army has seized; we will not die of hunger." ​We ran, our hearts pounding—not out of fear of death, but out of a longing for the smell of flour. Suddenly, the silence turned into a hell of gunfire. ☄️🔫 They fired at us intensely, as if our souls were merely targets for sport. ​Me: I felt a searing heat pierce my chest. It was a grazing bullet—a minor physical wound, but it left a scar on my soul that will never heal. 🩹 ​Musab: He fell before me like a slaughtered bird. He didn’t scream; he simply lost consciousness. The bullet lodged in his back, right in his spinal column. ​A Double Calamity 😭 ​I returned with Musab carried on shoulders; we did not return with bread. The doctor told me the words that struck like a lightning bolt: "Your brother is paralyzed... he will never walk again." ♿️ ​Now, the pain in our cold tent has doubled. There is no food to satisfy our hunger, and no money to treat my brother who has lost the ability to move. I look at him lying on the ground, trying to move his legs but unable to, and he asks me with tearful eyes: "Will I ever run after a loaf of bread again, brother?" ​I choke on my tears and take refuge in silence... for we have lost everything, even the ability to dream of a piece of bread with dignity. 💔🇵🇸 (TRC20) (N/A)

Physical therapy and assistive devices such as wheelchairs

We have no one left but good people.