Save my family 🇵🇸🍉🍉🇵🇸

Hello my friends I am really not well The army withdrew from my area and left behind destruction and devastation. They displaced us, destroyed us, killed us and robbed us of our future. Unfortunately, my suffering is great and my tragedy cannot be tolerated by stones.

Please don't leave me I still need you Donate to rebuild my home and my children's future Save us

For the first time in the history of the Middle East, the United Nations officially declares a famine in the Gaza Strip and demands that the occupation be punished and that aid be allowed into the Strip immediately.

Please, please donate and do not hesitate. Be a reason for our lives. Do not let us die.

First of all, I am Tahrir from Gaza, a mother of four children. I finished my university studies, majoring in computer information systems. I used to work at a university and in municipalities, but my life has been completely turned upside down. I will tell you the details.

The war started on Saturday, October 7, 2023, and the nightmare began.

Before that, our life was like heaven. We would go out for a walk, eat the best food, and live the best life.

But after that day, the nightmare began. War was declared on Gaza and the governorates were separated from each other.

My family lives in a governorate far from me, and my husband and I live in another governorate.

Communication with the Gaza Strip was completely cut off, whether internet or phone calls.

Anxiety began to enter my heart about the situation of my family. We began to hear bombing everywhere. Martyrs at every moment.

Terror and fear. We no longer knew how to sleep.

Food was cut off from us. The children began to suffer from hunger.

My husband began to go out in the middle of the night to look for bread and the sound of raids and bombing was everywhere.

Terror began to surround us, even when we decided to sleep.

Suddenly, a house next to us was bombed.

We could no longer sleep. The water was cut off. After that, every member of my husband’s family went out to look for anything.

One went out to look for bread, another for water, and another for gas. Everything was cut off.

We began the stage of cooking on fire. The price of firewood was very expensive.

Our bodies became weak and emaciated.

The situation continued like this for two months.

I do not know anything about my family, are they alive or They all died, but suddenly we heard on the radio that my family's governorate had received an evacuation order.

I started crying hysterically. I don't know if they died or not, but suddenly I learned that they had been displaced to a place near me.

I ran out quickly. It was the first time in two months that I had left my house. I saw destruction everywhere.

I started crying and screaming in the street when I saw scenes of destroyed houses, but I held myself back when I learned that I would see my family after two months of no news from them.

A new phase in our lives began. Displacement orders began to come from one place to another, and every place began to be a dangerous area where there was no safety.

I was displaced with my family to another place. We left our homes and learned that the occupation had destroyed them.

We started living in tents. In the summer, it was like hell.

Flies were everywhere, mosquitoes caused diseases for my children.

Skin diseases spread, but my biggest problem was when my little child was injured, and because of the lack of hospitals, no one knew what was wrong with him.

He was screaming loudly for two days, and in the end we found Doctors Without Borders and they diagnosed my child with a fracture in the pelvic area, and this fracture only affects the elderly, but because of malnutrition, my child was exposed to such a fracture.

He underwent an operation that lasted for two hours, and after that, a cast remained on his foot for more than two months, and after that he underwent physical therapy and still needs physical therapy.

The matter did not stop there, because of the dust and polluted air, my second child was exposed to a sinus operation, but the operation failed due to the lack of medicines and the poor location, and my child is still suffering until now.

In light of all this, we were displaced from one place to another, leaving everything behind us, leaving our tents, clothes, and everything. Then winter began, and things began to become truly catastrophic.

Our tents were just a tattered piece of cloth. When the rains began, our tents, mattresses, and everything we owned were flooded.

Not only that, my children were exposed to chest infections due to the severe cold, and the necessary medicine was not available to treat them.

Now they told us that the ceasefire is near, but what kind of life are we still living? Remember that we are still in tents, suffering from the cold, from diseases, from hunger, from the fear of breaking the truce, from everything.

We have become afraid. Please do not forget us with your donations and assistance. We still need you.

My children need every donation.

Remember that they are like the children of the world.

They need security, they need tenderness, they need to live like the children of the world. Please do not forget my children.

Donate what you can. Your donation means life for my children, it means rebuilding what was destroyed.

Tahreer

The war taught me that the future is unknown

To take a picture of every happy moment in life, I don't know whether it will come back or not

I have learned to document my entire life, moment by moment. I do not know whether it will remain like this or disappear

I have learned to live the album as if it were the last day

My advice to you is to keep those you love, not knowing whether they will stay or leave

Document your moments first

Khamees underwent a tonsillectomy without proper conditions/medications due to a severe infection. This sweet child needs help as soon as humanly possible. His family has been ordered to evacuate yet again, but there is nowhere to go. Thank you for your support.

My name is Tahrir, from Gaza, A mother of four children, I have been suffering from war for more than nine months

My little boy, Amir, suffered a fracture in the pelvic area

My children are young and need care and attention, and unfortunately, with the current situation, I cannot provide for their needs

I hope you will help me provide for the needs of my young children by publishing my page and donating via the link

Thank you with all my heart

We start on October 7, 2023. It was a beautiful morning. I was preparing my children Khamis and Fatima to go to school and combing their hair, and Sarah to go to kindergarten, and Amir, who was not yet six months old at the time, was laughing and making beautiful sounds. Then we heard the sounds of missiles being launched everywhere. We were terrified. We hid and gathered around each other. We did not know what was going on in the outside world. Suddenly, they said the war had begun, and from here the tragedy began.

I will relive the memories with you, and how painful they will be. First of all, the connection and the internet were cut off. I live in a city far from my family. I did not know anything about them for two whole months. I do not know if they were alive or not. I lost sleep because of my anxiety about them. I used to hear the news that the situation was dangerous for them and the situation was dangerous for me. There was a curfew and movement between the governorates. Of course, because of the missiles that were being thrown at us from everywhere and the sounds of screaming and death surrounding us, we did not know sleep or rest. We narrowly escaped death every time. Sometimes we would wake up to a bright red light and stones falling on us, and then it was a missile falling on our neighbors’ house.

We would hear the sound of death from them and fear would creep into our hearts. In addition to the interruption of food and drink, my husband would go out in the middle of the night looking for bread and water, and we would wait for him while crying because we did not know if he would return or not. The matter did not stop there.

A new stage of displacement and forced migration from our homes began in our lives. The army began throwing paper leaflets at us to evacuate our area and move to other places that they called safe places only by name because the targeting and missiles were reaching us and we were We left it and went out without anything, just to save our lives.

We left our warm, safe home and started the journey of tents. The beginning of our displacement was in the winter. My children were suffering from the bitter cold, and their clothes were in the house and in the places we fled to. We spent a very difficult winter and the summer began while we were still in the tents.

Here was the second difficulty, as the tents were like a blazing oven that we could not enter during the day at all. We would sit in the street, and insects, diseases, and germs began to spread. Once, while we were escaping death and the shells were above us, my little boy Amir fell and suffered a fracture in his pelvis and underwent an operation to save his fracture. I was standing outside the operating room and crying intensely because a little boy of this age is suffering all this, he is only a year and a half old.

Also, because of the dust, pollution and dirt, my son Khamis’s adenoids swelled and he could not breathe and fatigue began to appear on him. Unfortunately, because we are sitting in tents and lack health care, I did not provide him with the spray he needed, so he also underwent surgery to remove his tonsils because they swelled in the winter due to the cold we were living in. The adenoids were also removed, but the doctors warned us against exposing him to any dust again, but what can we do?

Our atmosphere is polluted by the missiles. And here comes the second winter upon us and we are living the same suffering that we lived the first time. The days return to us and I fear that my children will live what they suffered the previous winter and be exposed to diseases again. If I wanted to tell you what happened to us during a year of suffering, a lifetime would not be enough for me, so I will suffice with a small part of our memories. Painful

I hope that you will be the reason for this year to change for us and that you will help us and bring my children from death to life

Every donation saves us, protects us and helps us provide basic needs now we need clothes, blankets, mattresses and a new tent I do not want to talk about food and drink we are satisfied now with what warms my children we do not know what to eat because of the high cost of everything they closed the crossings and the merchants took advantage of that and raised the prices a lot so we can no longer bring meat, poultry and basic food items

Donate to us what you can because every donation makes a big difference in our lives

I speak to you on behalf of humanity,🙏

My name is Tahrir from Gaza🍉, a mother of four children, we have been suffering from war for more than 350 days. We have been displaced more than ten times and every time we leave everything behind

Every day is hell for me and my family.

Winter is coming⛈️ and we are living in a tent⛺, it rained and our tents were flooded and we want to build new tents but they are expensive.

My little boy Khamis underwent surgery and needs health care

And my child Amir, during our displacement, fell and suffered a broken pelvis

All this while we live in cloth tents that do not protect us from anything

I hope you look at us with mercy and compassion.

Can you help me and donate to me via the gofundme link?

Save us and help my children from the cold of winter and the cruelty of war. Donate to us $20 or $30, as it makes a big difference to us.

#Video | Flooding of tents of displaced people in the Gaza Strip due to weather conditions and rain

This is our situation, help us

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