I am Haidar Muhammad. I live in Gaza. We lived in a beautiful, modest house, living in peace. Suddenly, early in the morning, we woke up to the sounds of rockets and explosions. We were in a state of extreme panic. After two hours, I decided to flee to a safe place because my house was close to the Israeli border. I sought refuge with my relatives and in-laws, away from the dangers. I was facing difficult financial circumstances. After about fifty days, we received another evacuation order, ordering us to evacuate immediately. The area was red. We panicked and fled to Rafah, fleeing the shells and rockets. We lived through days of true terror. The nights were terrifying. We would hear screams and people dying. We awaited our death during those nights. We would say, "Our turn will come." We were displaced to Rafah. At that moment, I was very distracted.

There was no tent to shelter me and my family. Then I received news that my wife was pregnant, so I thanked God for this news. After a few days, the situation was very difficult for me, and the prices of food and drink were very high. I was unable to meet my family's needs due to the high cost of food and drink. I was always looking for work to provide for my family's needs. I found one and started working, but my wages were very low. My wages were $10 a day, and sometimes exceeded $10. However, I was unable to meet my family's needs because the prices were very high and crazy. You know, the prices in Gaza are well known. We live in a tent, and our lives are difficult.

While I was displaced, while I was in Rafah, I received the shocking news that my house was destroyed and unfit for habitation. I was very sad about what happened to my house because it was the only way and means I had. I had dreamed of returning to my home, but my home was destroyed, and my dreams were lost.

Difficult circumstances have passed, but we are in reality We were forced to live with it. After some time, we were displaced in Rafah. An order came to evacuate us immediately for the third time, and people began to panic and flee again. At that time, I didn't know exactly where to go. I couldn't move my tent because I didn't have a car, and I didn't have enough money to rent a truck. So, I left my tent and went to find a safe place for my family. Well, I found a place, but unfortunately, I couldn't afford to buy a tent because it cost almost $500 per tent. I told you the prices were unbelievable, so I couldn't afford to buy one. My wife stayed with her mother, and I stayed with my mother. I visited my wife frequently because of the situation imposed on us. My dream was to build an independent shack for me, my wife, and my unborn child, even though my wife was pregnant. I was blessed with a baby boy and named him Muhammad. After some time, the crossings were closed and nothing was allowed in, including food, baby formula, flour, diapers, and nutritional supplements. Nothing was allowed in. I don't know what our fate will be. Will we die from war or from hunger and difficult living conditions? This is a picture of my son Muhammad.

We no longer have a home, nothing remains, and we live on the surface of the earth with nothing. Dreams have been shattered. Today we wish for a loaf of bread and a home to protect us from the rain and storms.

And a home to protect us from the intense heat of the sun. But is there anyone listening to what I say? Are there people with kind hearts who suffer with our pain?

As for my story, this is the beginning of my story. The end of my story is all pain.

I am hopeful that I can provide for my newborn son Muhammad. To those with compassionate hearts, please donate and help me. If the opportunity arises and I reach my goal, I will be able to travel to escape the death and hunger we face in Gaza.