Help me and my family, donate to us and save our lives.

My name is Yasser, I am 24 years old, and I am from Gaza. My life, along with my family’s, was peaceful and secure in our modest home until October 7th, a day that turned our lives upside down. On that day, the occupation forces completely destroyed our home, forcing us to flee under bombardment and fire.

Initially, we moved to Al-Bureij, but we found no safety there either, as we were bombed again. We had no choice but to flee once more, this time to Al-Zawaida camp at my aunt’s house. However, even there, we were not spared from the intense bombing. Life was unbearable, surrounded by destruction everywhere.

We decided to escape to the south, to Rafah near the Egyptian border, hoping to find a safe haven. But after yet another attack on Rafah, we were forced to displace again to the central region. This was the fourth time we left everything behind, trying to survive.

Everywhere we go, we suffer from repeated displacement, continuous bombing, and the omnipresent scent of blood and death. We have lost many loved ones. I lost my uncle, his six children, and his grandchildren in one bombing. My aunt and her entire family perished in another attack. One of my uncles was killed along with his wife, and one of their children was severely injured. My other uncle also lost his life, his wife was seriously injured, and their children were lost during an attack on Gaza.

Today, I live in constant fear of losing my parents, my brothers, and my sisters. My family consists of nine members: my father Osama, 56, my mother Sabreen, 47, Areej, 21, Malk, 17, Menna Allah, 15, Rimas, 12, and Mohammed, 10. We are trying to survive in merciless conditions, and we need your help to escape this nightmare.

Please, help us find safety and start a new life away from this violence and destruction. We need your support to save our lives and rebuild our future.

Thank you for your understanding and assistance.

There, our home was here. Our dreams were here. Our memories were here. Suddenly everything became rubble. Our memories and dreams are still stuck between the walls of this marginalized and destroyed house. My family and I are still searching for safety. Please help us to save ourselves and see a safer and better future for us.

Here was Al Salam Street. Nothing was like before. Everything has become rubble and destruction has prevailed

After the occupation destroyed our beautiful house, we were in a tent in which we were sleeping on the ground, suffering from the intense heat inside, biting insects, and also polluted water leaking from its sides. There was nothing healthy in it. How long have we been like this? We have become among the dead due to the bad situation here. Please. Save us by donating to us so that we can have a better life and a good future for our children

Here we spend moments making a cup of coffee as a way to make it easy for ourselves, but the temperature and lighting a fire inside the tent makes us forget the delicious taste of coffee, so things become complicated. Even with drinking coffee, nothing is like before. A cup of coffee was one of the priorities of our day and still is, but Who brings back our days and our previous feelings of drinking it. I wish everything would go back to the way it was before. Diaries inside the tent. Diaries of a displaced person like this. It has become our address wherever we appear.