Help Dr. Hadeel and her Daughter Escape Genocide

Hello everyone, I am Hadeel, 27 years old, from Gaza.

I live in a small tent in Khan Yunis with my husband and my little girl named Masa. My husband is a doctor. When the war started, he was at work in Alshifa Hospital, and I was with my family so they could take care of me, as I was seven months pregnant. I suffered from extreme fatigue during my pregnancy and needed special care, but because of the war, my fatigue increased little by little. We were forced to leave our home due to the severity of the bombing and seek safety elsewhere.

I went with my family to the city center and lived in a small house with my aunt. I did not see my husband because of his work conditions. He was worried about us. Sometimes he would check on us using the mobile phone only, and other times there was no communication due to the severity of the bombing.

When we left the house for the first time, we were bombed on the road, so we had to go back and try again until we reached the city center. We thought we were in a safer place, but we did not know that we were going to die. We were exposed. There was direct bombing in the house, and I lost my sister, and we were all injured. I suffered for a long time from the pain of loss and fear for my child, my husband, and my family. Then I went with my husband to another place.

My fatigue increased little by little, and my health deteriorated due to malnutrition. Food and water were not available. We sometimes drank unclean water, and we were dependent on canned food. There were no vegetables, fruits, or even gas for cooking. We lit charcoal in a small apartment. I was suffocating from this charcoal, but there was no alternative to it and no other place to go. I suffered from anemia and calcium deficiency. My husband was always trying to provide me with some. The food was very scarce so that I would not be exposed to bleeding during childbirth until the time of childbirth approached.

My mother was not by my side; only my husband was there, and the conditions of childbirth were very harsh. The place was not prepared for childbirth, as it was housing displaced people. It was very crowded and not clean. I suffered a lot, but thank God, in the end, I was able to see my child, Masa.

I was afraid for her because of these harsh conditions. I discovered that Masa was suffering from chest allergies, and her symptoms were getting worse, like her father's, due to coal smoke. Her breathing was getting worse little by little, and Masa became ill. I was afraid for her. The doctor said that she had contracted an infection that caused her severe pneumonia.

We stayed for a long time treating Masa, her father and I, and then after that we had to leave her, that house, and go to live in a little tent. We were suffering from extreme cold at night, insects, and the hot sun during the day.

Before the war, I had prepared a very beautiful room and beautiful clothes for Masa, and I was impatiently waiting for her arrival, but our house was demolished and all our dreams, memories, and essentials were taken away with it, and now we are left in a small tent waiting for any help to enable us to escape this genocide and travel to another place where the necessities of a normal life are available. Gaza is no longer fit for living at all. Everything has been destroyed: homes, schools, and hospitals as well. Help me so that my child Masa, my husband, and I can survive and build our dreams and our future in another safer and more suitable place. Help me so that I can create beautiful memories and a better future for my child.