@PissedPatriotWA@Iinda1509 Lol spoken like a true retard Boomer who’d be eaten alive by his own countrymen when the power goes out.
I hope Iran fucks you guys up so good that you start selling body parts in the streets for food.
Get lost, Yank
Ali is a student at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, studying Renewable Energy Engineering. He completed his first year with outstanding grades, and despite all the incredibly difficult circumstances he is living through in Gaza, he continues to hold on to his education and tries to keep studying and learning.
Since arriving in Switzerland, I have seen how students have access to everything they need to study: quiet places, electricity, internet, libraries, and an environment that allows them to focus and learn.
And then I think about Ali…
He is trying to study in a completely different reality — amid constant bombing, fear, stress, psychological pressure, hunger, and the absence of peace and stability. He does not have even the most basic conditions that any student needs in order to concentrate, yet he keeps trying. He continues to open his books and hold on to his studies and his dream of completing his education.
I hope you will see Ali, encourage him, and support him so that he can continue. He is not studying only for himself. We dream of seeing him complete his education and one day use his knowledge to help our family and contribute to the future of his city and his community.
This is what my brother Ali and I hope for: to continue learning despite everything, and to turn the opportunities we receive today into something that will allow us to help our family and our people in the future.
Please help us make this possible for Ali, despite all the circumstances standing between him and his education and his dream. ❤️🇵🇸
For the past two days, my family in Gaza has been going through extremely difficult circumstances, and I feel that I need to share with you what is happening to them and what I am going through as well.
A few days ago, one of my friends invited me to visit him in Zurich, a city far from where I live. At first, I told him that I didn’t want to go and that I didn’t feel ready, but he insisted many times that I come and spend some time with him.
The truth is that since arriving in Switzerland, I have been trying to live a normal life — to go out, discover new places, meet friends, and prepare for my studies. But deep inside, I still don’t feel ready to live normally like everyone else.
While I was on the train to Zurich, I spoke with my family. They told me that the previous two days had been extremely difficult for them. They did not have enough proper food, and even getting clean drinking water had become difficult. With donations decreasing, it has also become much harder to cover their daily needs, alongside my father’s medical treatment and all the other expenses that never stop.
After that call, I felt like I wanted to turn around and go back. I called my friend and told him what had happened and that I no longer felt able to continue the journey. But he insisted that I come and not stay alone with all these thoughts.
I sat on the train looking out of the window at the beautiful nature, the mountains and cities, and at the people around me simply living their normal lives. At the same time, all I could think about was my family: Do they have enough to eat today? Do they have clean water? How will I help pay for my father’s treatment? How will I continue providing for their basic needs?
And truthfully, I sat there crying silently on the train.
It is incredibly difficult to see so much beauty around you while knowing that the people you love more than anything are struggling for the most basic necessities. My body was on that train heading toward Zurich, but my mind and my heart were with my family in Gaza.
When I left Gaza, I hoped that things would somehow become easier for me and my family. Instead, I feel that the responsibility and pressure have only become greater. I am trying to build a life here and prepare for my studies in a new country, while at the same time, from far away, trying every day to find a way to help my family survive and keep going.
That is why I am writing this today to say: Please don’t forget my family. Please don’t stop standing beside us.
Donations have decreased significantly recently, and I’m scared that I can no longer provide everything my family needs on my own. Food, clean water, my father’s medical treatment, and their daily necessities cannot wait.
Sometimes I worry that I am bothering you by talking so much about donations, or that you might feel that I am putting pressure on you or becoming a burden. That feeling hurts me deeply. But please believe me when I say that if I had another choice, I would never have to ask for help like this.
My family is still in Gaza. They still need help. And the conditions they are living through have become even harder than they were when I was there beside them.
If you are still here, my family and I need you now more than ever. If you are able to donate, even a small amount can help them access food, clean water, and medical care. And if you cannot donate, sharing our story and fundraiser can help us reach someone else who may be able to help.
Thank you to every person who is still here — everyone who asks about my family, everyone who donates, and everyone who shares our story. I will never forget any of the help you have given us. ❤️
All I want is to know that my family has enough food and clean water, that my father can receive his treatment, and that they can make it through another day with safety and dignity. 🇵🇸❤️
September is the Holocaust Never Happened month.
We honor the victims of Jewish supremacy that used this lie to commit acts of genocide, rob the world of 100s of billions of dollars and destroy the German people and the west through mass immigration.
The holocaust never happened.
But, they also deserved it.
@PissedPatriotWA@Iinda1509 Led by your pedophile President? 😂
You Yank bitches will collapse after 24hours without power and water.
No one is afraid of you fentanyl-brained pussys.