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Hello my friends, I am Fairuz, married and have two children. I will tell you my story. In this war and the suffering we are living, I was sleeping with my family and my two children, Ahmed and Mohammed... The morning of October 7, the fateful day that turned our lives upside down. I had a very beautiful life. My husband worked in a restaurant and we lacked nothing. My children had many toys and many clothes. We hoped and drank the most beautiful thing. I will share with you some of our pictures before and after the war... The day came that changed my life and the lives of my children. We no longer owned anything and our house was completely destroyed on the second day of the war. We escaped from it with difficulty. My child Ahmed was ten months old, Ahmed and Mohammed were 4 years old. We took a few clothes and left our destroyed house and were displaced to many places. Then we went to the south on foot, and I was carrying my child Ahmed, and the bombing and missiles were above our heads. I was very afraid for them. We were crying a lot on the way. We did not know which way to go or where to go. My children and I cried a lot on the way and went to UNRWA schools. I couldn't live there. I didn't have a place for my children and I to sit. We set up a tent and winter came to us. The weather was very cold. We didn't have blankets, bedding or anything... These were the worst days of my life. Then came the insects that filled the place from all directions. 💔 And Muhammad got hepatitis, so I was crying a lot during that period. And Ahmed got pimples that were spreading all over his body. I wished for death during that period, because I couldn't bear this suffering. Now we need blankets, movements, food, drink and cleaning tools.

These are pictures of my children and my husband before the war

I will share with you pictures of us after the war and of our devastation

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Father Fathi suffers from heart disease, diabetes and high blood pressure, and son Mahmoud suffers from back and cartilage pain, which is why he does not have a medical mattress due to sleeping on the floor, which makes him feel

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severe pain.

Oh my God, what happened to us, I lost my memories and dreams that I have dreamed of for a long time, my house where I lived my childhood, nothing remained inside it, it was a pile of fire, and I lost my source of livelihood and my baby clothes store was completely destroyed, which led to the accumulation of debts that I was committed to from merchants that I obtained a few days before the current wave of war.

Note: Ahmed will try, when the circumstances are complete and I collect a sufficient amount and I am able to reunite the entire family here in Gaza, by moving my family to a safe place and regaining some comfort or trying to go to Egypt, knowing that the cost per person now is $ 5,000 for an adult and $ 2,500 for a child. The price may fluctuate. Please help us by donating even the simplest things or by participating in our campaign, and I will be grateful to you



I am Lana, a girl who once lived with dreams and simplicity, a student of engineering aspiring to build a future filled with hope. But war has extinguished the light in my life and my family’s. We have tasted the bitterness of displacement eight times, each time challenging death and destruction that surrounds us, navigating between tanks and missiles with fear that knows no mercy.

Our home, which we built with hard work in 2016, has been destroyed, leaving us without shelter and security. My father was struck by shrapnel in his chest, stripped of his source of income when his workplace was directly bombed.

Today, we have nothing but a torn tent that barely shields us from the cold and hunger. We lack adequate food, clothing, and warmth; we are merely surviving. I ask you, from the depths of your compassionate hearts, we desperately need any support that can bring us a glimmer of hope, for every donation can be a lifeline in this darkness.🥹

Our lives were once beautiful, filled with laughter and dreams. Now, they’re just memories we hold onto to find the strength to keep going.

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Our torn tent, barely shielding us from the cold and offering no protection from the rain. Every corner tells a story of resilience, and every tear is a new wound added to our lives.

The struggle of hand-washing clothes and cooking over an open fire – each task a reminder of the hardship we endure daily.

Every day, we survive death, shelling, and shrapnel – like the fragments that struck my father in his chest.