We want to share this with you.

You know that my children Adam, Lian, and Sarah attend a private school for learning, and you have helped us make that possible.

Adam’s teacher lives in a camp, inside a tent on the street, near the place we rented. Because of the long distance to the school, she kindly offered to accompany Adam every day to and from school.

Ten days ago, we were shocked to learn that her husband, due to a financial crisis and his inability to buy food, went to the so-called “death trap” distribution centers to bring back some food for his family. But he never returned… he was killed. A bullet pierced his head and ended his life.

He left behind his wife, Adam’s teacher, who earns only $120 a month, and three children: the eldest, Zakaria, about 13/14 years old, and two younger ones.

A few days ago, I shared with them some of the food I had bought from your donations. But to my heartbreak, I found their 13/14-year-old son, only three days after his father’s death, standing at a small stall selling falafel (Middle Eastern chickpea patties) for $7 a day to help his mother and siblings.

For days now, I cannot stop thinking about their suffering. My heart breaks for them. How can a child who just lost his father try to stand on his feet so soon? But here in Gaza, we don’t even have the time to mourn our fathers—we think only of how to keep the living alive.

My conscience weighs heavily on me. That is why today, instead of writing about myself, I chose to write about them.

I ask you to help them, because that may at least allow them to survive and manage a little.

So, here is my decision: any donations that reach my account from the date of this post with repeating numbers (such as 11 – 22 – 33 – 44 – 55 – 111 – 555) within one week will go directly to them.

And if anyone donates other amounts but wishes it to go to this family, please just send me a message on my blog and let me know.

This is the least we can do to ease our conscience… and we beg you, please do something for them.

And know this: I chose to speak about them and not about my own family, even though we are suffering too—because I love my people, and I cannot bear to know I could help but chose silence. I do not want to be selfish. I do not want to live with the pain of knowing that I could have told you about them but didn’t, just to collect donations for my own family alone.

I will attach a link to my campaign.. Donations will reach them through the agreement above. I also hope you will share this widely and quote it to your followers. Perhaps we can bring some hope to the hearts of this family.. Also share this story outside of Tumblr. If it works, I'll let you know how it went for them after I tell them that some people sent you this amount of money.