*SupportBasilAndFamily

We are in dire need of donations.  It has been a very long time since we have been able to get any donations to help Basil and his family.  It is impossible for a 17 year old that has been displaced to Egypt to help support his family in Gaza and Egypt.  I am unable to help keep up with his family needs alone. 

The hardest part of all of this is the requests are not superficial.  They just want to be able to have enough money to eat, shelter, and have access to bare minimum level of education that is available... and to send money to their family experiencing extreme hardships in Gaza. 

I have found that donations have completely dried up.  People are no longer even sparing a few dollars. The family does not complain and is appreciative with whatever we are able to do.  We need to do better than this....please help with whatever you can spare.

Hi,

I am Basil, a Palestinian young man living today between exile and longing, between the harshness of reality and the weight of memories. I write these words with a heart full of exhaustion and sorrow, yet I still hold on to hope in Allah, and then in the merciful hearts of people.

Believe me… sometimes I sit with myself and remember the school days in Gaza—how I used to come back tired but happy, then go to my father’s land to help him, water the olive trees, eat clementines and oranges, and keep myself busy with anything. There was no emptiness, no loneliness. I felt alive, I felt normal. And today, here in Egypt, I feel that 24 hours pass filled only with emptiness, pressure, and heavy memories, with no escape.

Now I am in my final year of high school (Tawjihi), the year that decides my future. Without this hope, I would not have endured. But this year is very costly: a Palestinian school, private lessons—all of which require money. The lack of legal residency in Egypt makes it hard to continue my studies and more expensive. Still, I try to hold on to my dream, even though my mind is elsewhere, back in Gaza—with my family, friends, relatives, memories, and everything I love.

My mother is ill with cancer. She needs follow-up visits and medical tests to know whether her condition is improving or not. And I am unable to provide what she needs. By Allah, every time I look at her face, I feel the world closing in on me. But I keep holding on to duaa and say: Ya Allah, grant me the ability to treat her and see her well again.

And my family in Gaza… their suffering is beyond words. The last time we were able to send them money was in July. Due to the high commission rates in Gaza, the money was barely able to provide adequate supplies for their survival. They are in dire need of funds to provide them with food and water, and basic needs. Lack of clean water, lack of food. Even my father has grown sick recently from the salty water, which has caused him diseases and infections. And my brother told me yesterday: “If we do not die from the occupation, we will die from hunger.”

Whose heart would not break upon hearing such words?

I write to you with nothing but my pen and my prayers. I turn first to Allah, then to your merciful hearts. Any amount, no matter how small, will be a blessing in your scales of good deeds. It may save an entire family, support me in continuing my studies, or help my family in Gaza.

I thank my aunt Nishani, who has always stood by my side—in the hardest of times, before the happiest. And I thank every donor who has never abandoned me. I ask Allah to ease your burdens, as you ease mine.

And I ask you for something else besides money: your prayers. Please pray for me to succeed in my final exams, for Allah to keep my mind and heart steady, to ease this heavy pressure and painful memories, to grant relief for me, my family in Gaza, and for every oppressed soul.

May Allah reward you with all goodness, multiply your deeds, fill your hearts with mercy, and bless you and your families.

Urgent Support Needed for the Al-Najjar family, they have been separated and displaced in Gaza and Egypt. 

Dear friends and kind-hearted supporters,
I'm reaching out on behalf of two families who are in urgent need of your help.
💔 In Gaza:
The Al-Najjar family is displaced and living in a tent under extreme conditions. With the intense summer heat, they urgently need a battery-operated fan and batteries to help them stay cool and avoid heat-related illness. They are also in desperate need of basic necessities like food, clean water, and hygiene items.

The other half of the family is struggling to cover rent and food In Egypt. On top of this, they are working hard to support Basil’s sister who is pursuing her education in Turkey—an opportunity that can help transform their future if she’s able to continue her studies.

Every dollar you give will go directly to helping them survive and maintain dignity through these incredibly difficult times. Your support will make a real, tangible difference in their lives.

Ways to help:
* Donate what you can—every amount counts.
* Share this request with others who might be willing to help.
If you're able to contribute, please donate using the link.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity. 🤍
Every act of compassion brings hope.

I write this with a heavy heart…
My family in Gaza is living through what no human should endure—
in a tent that neither shields from the cold nor protects from bullets.
And from afar, I have nothing but my words and prayers…
to ask for help on their behalf—with dignity, not begging.

A short while ago, I reached out asking for support to furnish their tent, and your kind hearts were the healing they needed. Because of you, we managed to rise—just a little—out of the abyss.

But the truth?
My family is still living in the heart of danger. To this day, we haven’t been able to move their tent to a safer location near the sea.

Every attempt to withdraw money is met with a harsh fee—
Today in Gaza, the withdrawal commission is 48%. Imagine half of every dollar we try to send just disappears!

They are still living beside Nasser Hospital, and almost every night… there are stray bullets fired near their tent. No walls protect them, no roof… only Allah.

They urgently need to move the tent. They need medicine. They need flour. They just need a chance to survive.

They search for a bag of flour as if it were treasure. They look for a pill, a clean pillow, a moment of safety—something to remind them they are still human… not numbers.

By Allah, we are not beggars.
We used to live with dignity—
homes, land, work, a car, schools, a future…
Then suddenly, we found ourselves beneath the rubble, beneath zero, beneath the open sky.

Every dollar you give today is a breath of life:
medicine for the sick,
food for a starving family,
a blanket for those shivering from cold and fear.

Right now, we need approximately $550–$600 to:
    •    Move the tent to a safer location.
    •    Buy basic necessities: medicine, flour, water (even if unsafe—it’s now sold, not given),
vegetables, sugar and salt (both now insanely expensive),
and firewood—not for warmth, but just to cook 💔.

Please help us. Don’t leave us alone.
We are not asking for luxury—just to survive.
To survive with dignity… nothing more.

May Allah bless you all,
and thank you—from the depths of our hearts—to everyone who still cares and supports.
You’ve made more of a difference than you’ll ever know.

A special thank you to my aunt Nishani ❤️, who never left my side and has been a true pillar in the hardest times.
She is so precious to me—like a second mother—
and despite her own circumstances, she stood by me, supported me,
and embraced me with a compassion I’ll never forget.

And to a few special people—you know who you are—❤️
you were the light in the darkest nights, the hands that reached out without being asked.
No words can ever do you justice…
but my prayers for you never stop.
May Allah reward you all.