help Jawaher to survive

Hi,

My name is Philae and I'm organizing this campaign for my Palestinian friend Jawaher. Here is her story:

I am Jawaher Adel, I live in Gaza, Palestine, I am 32 years old, a mother of three children, Ahmed, Abdulrahman and the youngest, Yaman. I was living a very happy life full of security and luxury until that day came when Israel launched the most horrific human genocide known to modern history and humanity in general. They killed our family, demolished our home, cut off our livelihood and displaced us from our neighborhood. We were forced to flee our city. Today, we suffer every day in this bitter cold, trying to provide food, drink, clothes, blankets and medicine for our children. We have even been deprived of flour. Now they are talking about a ceasefire and we do not know what our fate will be or where we will go after this destruction that has befallen us. Help us get out of here and provide a decent life for us and our children in any place where we feel safe.

This is Ahmed, my eldest son. He is 10 years old. Ahmed was the first in his school and all the teachers loved him because he was very smart, diligent in his studies, and very well-mannered and polite. He used to wake up every day to go to school in the morning and whisper in my ear, saying, “Doctor Ahmed is going to school to learn and achieve his dream of becoming a pediatrician” because he had been suffering from asthma since he was young. He was being treated by a doctor whom he loved very much and wanted to be like him, but unfortunately his dream was shattered. Now he goes every morning with his father to search for water and fill gallons to drink. I see him every day sad and absent-minded, thinking about his friends who were killed and injured, thinking about his room, his toys, his books, and his school. Doesn’t my son deserve a better life than this life he is living?

My second son, Abdul Rahman, is 8 years old. He is very handsome and very naughty. He loves life very much. He loves playing very much. In the past, he did not lack anything. Everything he wished for, he found in front of him. He loves playing football very much and was a member of a football club. He dreamed that when he grew up, he would become a famous player and play professionally in European clubs. But now, unfortunately, he plays football between the tents and has become very thin. He always complains of pain in his feet. Save my children. Please save what remains of their dreams.

My little boy Yaman is now 3 and a half years old. When the war broke out, he was 2 years old. He had never seen a good day in his life. He grew up and talked in the tent. We wanted to create a beautiful life for him, but unfortunately fate chose another life for him. His dream is to see the toys that his brothers talk to him about. His dream is to become Spider-Man. Help us so that we can draw a smile and hope on the faces of our children.

And here are pictures of my house being destroyed…