This shirt will help send a Gazan student finish Med school
Mohammad was in his last year of medical school when Israel displaced him and his family.
Because of a kind donation, 100% of the first 100 t-shirts sold will go to Mohammad.
Watch Mohammad tell his story.
Click Here: Mohammad's Story
Hello. My name is Mohammed, and even though we have never met I want to start my story by simply saying I am grateful that you are reading this.
I need your help.
I have a dream I worked so hard to achieve. A dream that is almost impossible for most people in my situation, but a dream that I truly believed I could achieve. I want to be a doctor.
I know what you are thinking, anyone can “want” to be a doctor but my circumstances are a little different. I am a sixth year medical student at Azhar University in Gaza. I was supposed to graduate THIS year. 2024 was supposed to be the year my dream came true. The finish line was so close and I could taste it. It was what I dreamed about. Now, I dream about finding enough food for my family to eat.
Gaza is a wasteland and I no longer have a home.
I was raised in the Al-Rimal neighborhood and I have to admit life was hard before Oct. 7th but my family was happy. It’s hard for me to write this because I didn’t know that my family home would be blown to pieces and I would go from a medical student to a displaced person fleeing certain doom.
Since Oct. 7th my family and I have been displaced three times. With me are my parents, sister and elderly grandparents. I know as a man who is young and healthy I have some responsibility to take care of my family members who are sick and elderly and I am doing the best I can to get them water, food, and medical supplies. I’ve never seen my grandmother so scared and I watch helplessly as though around me lose hope.
Every time we were displaced our situation got worse. More people would join us, distant relatives, strangers. Gaza was once considered one of the most densely populated areas in the world. The constant bombardment has made it even more so.
My family and I are now at the Rafah border. We sleep in a room in an abandoned apartment with sixty other people. There is no running water. No heat or electricity. The people around me are sick and there is nothing I can do, and yet we are considered lucky. We are not outside in the cold. The border has less bombing then other parts of Gaza.
The sick are afraid to go to the hospital, and truthfully there are so few hospitals left and the journey is so treacherous that the trip might kill you before the illness does.
My dream has changed. I just want to live. I want my family to live. I urgently need to get out of Gaza with my family. Your help means that I will be able to complete my education. Your help means that you are the reason I am alive despite all the bombing around me. I don’t want to die in this war. I want to continue my career in medicine and become a doctor.
I want to help my people. Gaza’s health services have stopped due to the war. That was always my goal and now I want it more than ever.
I do not have dual-citizenship so the only way for my family and I to leave Gaza is to Pay over ten thousand dollars for each member of my family to cross the border.
Help me to complete my dream and get out. I want to have the skill to come back and heal Gaza. I want to save my family. Although it breaks my heart to leave. I have no other options. I need your help. Please donate what you can and help save a life. It seems insurmountable but every single donation no matter how large or small gives me hope. I promise to pay it back by completing my dream of being of service to humanity. I am grateful for all of you. Please buy a shirt today.