Small Battles in a Big War – Messages from Gaza Now – October 2023 – March 2024

Small Battles in a Big War

23 March 2024

“I have visited more than 25 pharmacies and 5 hospitals looking for medicine for my father. I could not find it. He is deteriorating, and I am very worried for his life, please help!”


“Since my wife died in the bombing of the Nuseirat market, I don’t know how to care for my little twins, who are 1 ½ years old. I am in a tent, alone with them. I must go out to look for food and to work. I sell recycled food items in the market, making 20 – 25 Shekels a day. My neighbours in the tent nearby visit my children, trying to care for them, but they also have their own problems and life’s complications. I don’t know what to do, please help!”


“I leave my children in the tent at 7 in the morning until sunset to go and beg in the streets. My husband, my father, my brothers, my husband’s parents and his brothers and sisters, 22 people in all, were killed. I was in the market when they bombed our home. I don’t know how my children spend their time in my absence, they wait for me for food. I can only provide them with one meal per day, I did not receive a food parcel. Do you know how to register for food support? Please help me!”


“Mother, why is my bed wet suddenly? I am 16 years old; I never did this! I don’t want to wake up with urine in my clothes! Please help!”


“My breasts are dry, I can’t feed my 3-month-old baby, I can’t afford powdered milk. Please help me!”


“My name in Ali, I am 9 years old. My family were all killed, no mother, no father, no brothers, no sisters, no grandparents. I am afraid, please help me! “


“I am Jamila, I am 12 years old, I can’t sleep at night. I have nightmares, I am afraid of bombing! I don’t know what to do, please help me!”


A man fainted out in the street. People helped him to wake up, he opened his eyes, looking around like a lost person. He said with a very weak voice, “I am hungry, I have eaten nothing for three days, nor my children! Please help me!”


A man sitting beside a mosque with his wife and 3 children, 2 girls and a boy. The oldest is 13, the youngest is 3. He said, “I have no place to stay, no home, no tent, I have been in the street with my family for 4 days. Please help!”


“My son was injured and lost his legs 3 months ago. He is only 16 years old. I can’t find a wheelchair for him, and I can’t carry him to the toilet by myself! Please help me!”


I was at the market with my wife buying some locally made sweets, only 250g. This is very expensive. My wife asked me to buy another 250 g. I did, and she took it. There was a little boy who looked very poor. She gave him the sweets and asked him to share it with his brothers and sisters. The boy smiled and moved away fast.


I love my wife.