<div>My name is Aya. I am a Palestinian from northern Gaza. I am 33 years old. I studied at the University College (web design). I am a mother of three children: Layan, Jana, and Muhammad, in addition to my family of 15 people. Until last October, I was living a regular, stable life with my husband, children, immediate family, and in-laws.
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<div>After 7th of October, my life turned upside down due to the war on Gaza. On the night of October 28th, the neighborhood we lived in Gaza – the neighborhood where my children grew up and where we started our family – was completely bombed .
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<div>Unfortunately, the bombing was intense, and snipers were targeting anyone trying to leave their homes. A neighboring house was bombed, and our house was severely damaged. We were trapped inside, and I, my husband, and my children were rescued from under the rubble and shattered glass. That night, my children and I witnessed... Unimaginable things - from the victims to the bloodshed and the bodies. After we left, my house was bombed and completely destroyed and we had nothing.
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<div>The suffering didn't end there. We fled to my husband's sister's house in the Rimal neighborhood, which was considered a safe area at the time. However, we were not spared from the intense bombing and continuous airstrikes. As evening approached, the bombing intensified in the area, and the smell of gunpowder from nearby houses being bombed spread. We lost our ability to see clearly and had difficulty breathing, so I had to put wet masks on my children's faces in a desperate attempt to protect them
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<div>Their screaming and fear did not stop. I didn't know if we would survive. I hugged them, trying to calm them down, while sadness crushed my heart. I can't forget the first words of my seven-year-old son Mohammed. He started talking about war-related terms like bombing, missiles and tanks.
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<div>Goods became scarce and expensive. My husband tried every possible way to provide something to feed our children, from weeds growing in the ground to bread made from animal feed
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<div>Ultimately, we had to flee to the south, which was the supposed safe haven, but it turned out to be anything but. Rafah was crowded with displaced people, and we found only a small tent that lacked the necessities of life. My children suffered from epidemics and skin diseases caused by pollution in the camp. Unfortunately, my daughters contracted viral hepatitis from the shared bathrooms at the camp
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<div>After miraculously escaping death with my children, I realized there was no safe haven in Gaza. With multiple displacements, we faced the harsh reality of lacking basics like water, food, and medicine, and the inability even to perform basic activities like bathing, eating, or accessing clean water
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<div>We lost everything: our home, our jobs, our dreams. My biggest concern is my children, Layan, Jana, and Muhammad, as their future is uncertain. Where will they live, study and grow up? Gaza offers little hope now, as the basics of life are destroyed. My children's future looks bleak and filled with uncertainty
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<div>Today, I ask for your help. I ask for support
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<div>for me and my children to recover from the traumas of the war we experienced. To have a new warm home for my family, to help my children go to school and get decent education, and to assist us in starting our lives anew. To live from the beginning once again.
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<div>Your support is our hope and our future for a new chance in life for my children. Thank you for being a part of restoring hope and stability in our lives
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