An update on what happened to my family yesterday

It was eleven o'clock in the morning. My sister and her husband were on the balcony and saw a large truck loaded with mattresses and household items, They thought it was a displacement vehicle. Then, armed forces wearing resistance uniforms were hanging a ladder towards the balcony of the house opposite us - 3 meters between us - and They climbed onto the balcony and others from another Israeli vehicle broke into the house from the main door of the house. They broke down the door and killed the owner of the house and a woman who was filling water bottles, then they went upstairs to complete their brutal crime.

‏Shooting began everywhere. Quadcopter and Apache helicopters were shooting at everything and everyone, the artillery and aerial bombardment didnt stop at all. My family hid in the eastern region, far from the site of the clash, and the sound of bullets and screams didnt stop, after a while, the army withdrew and blew up the vehicle in which they came, then they bombed the house with everyone in it. After a moment, my sister’s husband went to see the conditions and found that the house was still standing. They realized that the operation was not over yet, so they decided to leave the house under fire. There were a few seconds between them leaving the house- It was difficult after the air strike left a very large hole on the door of the house and they were carrying children- and between the second missile that blew everything up, and while they were running in the street, the occupation bombed several houses in the same neighborhood.

‏This operation left many martyrs and wounded Our house was destroyed, and thank God my family miraculously survived

Now my family have no place to go other than the destroyed house

Please help them to evacuate as soon as possible before sth like this happen again

Hello, my name is Dina Tahrawi, Iam from Gaza, I am a graduate student from the College of Nursing, I registered for a master’s thesis, but I could not start because my university has been destroyed in the war and I have never had the opportunity to work, or not even achieved one of my dreams that I aspired to.

I travelled to Egypt to start a new life, and the rest of my family are supposed to follow me, but the port has been closed.

On October 7, we were forced to abandon all our dreams and future plans. Our lives, which we had always been satisfied with, turned into a nightmare from which we wish we could wake up one day, and our sun has not risen until this moment!

Since the first days of the war, we have been living the horrors of the Great Resurrection, anticipating the day when the reckoning will end and we will go to heaven! We in Gaza, from the time we were born, are considered martyrs, we have no voice, and the world has no ears to listen

My family and I lived through very difficult days. Bombing was everywhere around us, I have 3 married brothers and two sisters We were all sleeping in one room in anticipation and fear that if we would die to die together and leave no one behind. We suffered a lot and were exposed to all kinds of psychological torture, from hunger, thirst, and the loss of family members and friend. How difficult it is to wait someone you know to be pulled out from under the rubble, alive or dead after bombed his house or for a member of your family to go to get daily food and you wait for him to return, there is no internet or connection to check on him when there is a bombing while he is outside and you hope that he will return to you as soon as possible and hug him as if you haven't seen him for a whole time

I remember the day we were forced to flee to the south, when the occupation threw marches to evacuate the entire area and that it would become a military combat zone. We sat and consulted and did not know what the correct decision was, and in fact we had no choice but to leave our homes and save our lives . We arranged our necessary things and We moved to Rafah. we left our warm homes and lived in tents

When we arrived, I could not believe my eyes at all. I was ungrateful and angry at the occupation that was the cause of our suffering. We sat in our tent, everyone with their faces down, their faces blackened from the intensity of sadness and pain, and in our hearts we said, “It will not last long.” Today has become a week, a week has become a month, a month has become half a year, and we are still displaced!

For many months we suffered without electricity Or fuel, struggled to provide the daily basics: food, water, and even milk and diaper for the children none of them received the necessary appropriate health care

We were eating the worst types of foods, canned food that consisted of recycled materials and causing all kinds of diseases, and drinking polluted water, as there was no fuel to operate desalination plants or buy mineral water, and we all suffered from intestinal diseases because of that, and many times we could not find any food. Bread or flour, and every day our suffering begins in the search for daily sustenance, which is one of our simple, basic rights that we must have.

‏Days from hell

‏ Only in this way can I describe the days of the war, and perhaps I have been injustice to hell itself by comparing it to this cruel war! I am 24 years old and I am afraid like a child who has known the fear for the first time! I went through many painful situations of bombing, loss, displacement, and starvation! I wont say much about it, but what happened to me recently will remain engraved in my soul for the rest of my life. The psychological pressures we are exposed to in Gaza are great, and it is very difficult for us to be able to forget. We will at least come out of it with PTSD!

‏Someday l lost my ability to see , it went all dark, I no longer able to see. My family was in front of me and I couldn’t see them. I was unable to differentiate whether my eyes were closed or open! I can no long hear! All I could feel was the hugs of my family and their tears falling on me, I experienced the feeling of death itself! I saw the tape of my memories passing in front of me and

And I fainted When I woke up all I was thinking about how I was going to die

‏with my last memory of the war!

‏How will I die if I haven't lived my life the way I want, How was I going to leave my family in this tragic situation? When I die, will I be able to check on them and take care of them from heaven? There are so many things I haven't accomplished yet! Memories that I didn’t live yet

I had to leave Gaza the country of death and poverty to preserve my life and start a new life to complete my studies and search for work, but I left a lot behind and I did not expect that the port would be closed and distances would separate me from my family

Thank you for taking the time to learn about our circumstances. Palestinian voices are often silenced, making it difficult to raise awareness of our situation and seek support. A safe, supportive, and non-judgmental community is vital to us.

‏Please help me reunion with my family and rebuild a new life

An update

Thank God, after some time, part of my family was able to travel and join me in Egypt, but the situation is still difficult for us with the high rents and high living expenses. They had to pay for travel to leave Gaza and escape the war. My brother and sister, who are married, are still in Gaza with their children, and the situation is very difficult for them.

Here is the breakdown of the money :

* Evacuation fees which is approximately 5000-10000 usd per adult person to enter egypt through Rafah border and 2500 for children.

* Rent and living needs including clothes and food in egypt : which is approximately [phone redacted] Usd per months for my family for 6-12months until we start working there.

•A visa, a flight ticket, and a bank account in Germany to help me complete my studies, specialize, and find work. 12000$