I am Ibrahim Al-Akkawi from Gaza, Palestine, a twenty-year-old young man and I have a beautiful family as beautiful as my days were a few months ago.

After the seventh of October, which resembled (Nakba Day), my dreams were shattered, and my life changed completely, and it would be more fair to say: it was distorted.

For several months, I have been displaced with my family in (Rafah) in the south of the Gaza Strip, where I face with them another war of attempts to survive and survive in the face of the very harsh requirements of life.

From a very decent life for me and my family to the lowest standards of living now, neither food nor water meets our minimum needs. I am Ibrahim Al-Akkawi from Gaza, Palestine, a twenty-year-old young man and I have a beautiful family as beautiful as my days were a few months ago.

After the seventh of October, which resembled (Nakba Day), my dreams were shattered, and my life changed completely, and it would be more fair to say: it was distorted.

For several months, I have been displaced with my family in (Rafah) in the south of the Gaza Strip, where I face with them another war of attempts to survive and survive in the face of the very harsh requirements of life.

From a very decent life for me and my family to the lowest standards of living now, neither food nor water meets our minimum needs.