I am Mr. Yasser, I live in the Gaza Strip now. I will start my story from the last chapter. My twenty-year-old son Taha was killed a few meters away from the house. I only have one son left after they had three, because the first died due to the siege and we could not get him out for treatment. The invader were not satisfied with that, as the entire two-story house was bombed and then destroyed in this criminal war. I lost all my dreams, memories and happiness after I had recently built the house and only lived in it for a year and a half. At the same time, I was paying installments on the house’s debts after I had borrowed a lot of money to build the house. In order for the house not to be demolished on my head, I preferred to leave it and move to another place. I was displaced several times, me, my wife, my daughters and my only son. What a horror when I saw it razed to the ground. Now I am homeless between this tent and this friend, and I have no money. My life has deteriorated and turned upside down. I never expected that to happen, not even in my dreams. Therefore, I hope that whoever reads my story will sympathize with me, even a little, and extend a helping hand so that I can rebuild my home. May you be safe and blessed, and may you continue to be a support for the weak and oppressed.