Be part of building a future and actualizing my dream.

I am Moaath Almahfouh from Northern Gaza. I aspire to complete my studies abroad as there is no educational opportunities left in Gaza and financial means stand in the way of my ambition. With your support, you can be part of a journey of knowledge and learning that will, God willing, yield success that will make a difference in my life and the lives of those around me. Every contribution from you brings me one step closer to achieving this dream and being a partner in my future.

I was a university student at the Islamic University of Gaza, pursuing my studies diligently. However, due to the deteriorating security situation, my university was completely destroyed, making it impossible for me to continue my education. I lost the opportunity to continue my studies and was forced to abandon my academic dream due to circumstances beyond my control.

I dreamed of a bright future and hoped to achieve something great. During my university days, I received a scholarship to study in Algeria, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I was so excited to begin this new chapter in my life. Everything seemed to be in place; all my paperwork was ready, and everything was prepared in detail. But just when this opportunity seemed closer than ever, the unexpected happened.

The events of the occupation's war came like a storm, and completely unexpectedly, they closed the crossings and severed all ties that bound me to my future. The scholarship I had hoped for, and in which I had placed all my hopes, was suddenly lost, as was all the hard work of the preceding days.

Amid these harsh conditions, the place where I had submitted all my paperwork and necessary documents was the same one that had been destroyed and burned by the war. I felt as if everything had been destroyed at once—not just the paperwork, but also the dream I had lived for. The pain deep in my heart was greater than ever, not only for losing the scholarship, but for watching everything I had built disintegrate in my hands, mercilessly.

When Our House Fell

Our house was more beautiful than a dream. Its walls were embroidered with family photos, and its ground knew our steps well. In the yard, we planted a lemon tree, which grew with us, bearing fruit every year as if bringing us joy.

We lived simply, but our hearts were at peace. Every corner told a story, and every night ended with a dim light, and my mother's voice praying for peace.

In an instant... everything was upside down.

The bombing echoed, and the sky filled with smoke unlike our white clouds. We returned to find the house a pile of stones. No doors, no windows... only the smell of burning and a tear in our eyes.

I couldn't believe it. I walked through the rubble, searching for an old toy, a book, or even a photo... something to prove that this place had been a home.

But the Israeli army left nothing. Even memory tried to erase it.

My story began when I decided to launch an educational initiative for children in the northern Gaza Strip, in the Al-Shimaa area. Amid the war, the idea revolved around providing an educational opportunity for children suffering from difficult circumstances in the area. The goal was to provide a safe learning environment that would help them develop their skills and enhance their abilities. The initiative began to receive significant support from families and children who were in dire need of such opportunities.

Over time, things were going well. The interaction with the parents was very positive, and the children were very enthusiastic about participating in the lessons and activities we offered. Unfortunately, things changed abruptly when the classroom was set on fire by the occupation army, destroying the place where we were working. This was a huge shock to us. In addition, a number of the initiative's children and their families were killed.

Losing friends and relatives in war is one of the most painful experiences a person can experience. This pain is not just the loss of loved ones; it is the loss of a part of oneself and the life one shared with these individuals. In wartime, feelings of grief are intertwined with feelings of fear, helplessness, and anger, further complicating the experience of loss. One of the people whose loss pained me, and to this day, is my martyred friend, Yousef Abu Rabie.

Pain and sadness in the shadow of war is like living in an endless nightmare, where dreams are corroded and wishes are broken. Suffering is not limited to hunger, murder and displacement only, but extends to the loss of hope and the destruction of life as we know it. Feeling the loss of everything that haunts a person at every moment, and his identity and memories are lost with him, and life becomes a battle for survival.

In moments of pain and disappointment, I write these words, carrying in my heart a dream that was close to being fulfilled, a dream that beat deep within me every moment. I was on the verge of returning to my university studies, full of hopes and ambitions. Unfortunately, the university was completely destroyed, and with it, a large part of my future was shattered. I was unable to obtain the scholarship I dreamed of, as I lost it due to the closure of the crossings at the beginning of the aggression. This harsh circumstance robbed me of the opportunity to realize the academic dream I believed in.

Today, I have nothing but hope, and I humbly turn to you to ask for your support in realizing this dream. I urge you to help me leave this country, which has always been a source of pain and sorrow, so that I can study and achieve my ambitions. My dream of studying is still alive in my heart, and I hope to be able to achieve it with your generous support. Every donation is a step toward a better future, and every support gives me new hope. Don't let me live in the past; let us build a bright future together.

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JULY 1ST 2025 UPDATE

In the Heart of Tragedy... A Personal Experience in the Midst of Famine
A few days ago, I had the opportunity to volunteer with AICT to pack, weigh, and distribute quantities of flour to some of the most devastated families in Gaza.

It was a difficult experience in every way...
We were trying to accurately control the weights because the quantity was limited, and the need was greater than any capacity.
Every bag was counted, and every name on the list meant a home waiting.
At the moment of distribution, I saw the pain on people's faces...
People had lost everything, and were left to see hope in a bag of flour for days.

Despite the simplicity of the work, the sense of responsibility was overwhelming.
Gaza is not just experiencing aggression; it is experiencing a real famine.

I will never forget this experience...
Not because we did something great, but because the reality there is greater than any description.

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