Help Zamzam and his family survive the Gaza war

I'm Zamzam Nayef , 15-year-old girl who loves her family and teachers and is eager to embrace life. I aspire to become an engineer, following in the footsteps of my role models, my sisters Lamees (24 years old, a teaching assistant at the Islamic University) and Suja (23 years old, an engineering student).

Before October 7, 2023, I lived a happy ordinary life, even though I tried to forget the pain of losing my father five years ago. But this war has shown me that there are strikes that can hurt me even more. Since the beginning of the war, we were displaced from our home to schools due to the dangerous situation and the bombing that destroyed our house completely.

The first loss for our family came with the martyrdom of my brother Abd Rahman, 19-year-old, while he was trying to return home in May 2024. Despite our immense grief, we continued to fight to stay alive, which kept us from collapsing under the griefing of losing my brother, a loss I thought it would be our only one.

Then came the biggest strike to my heart on October 7, 2024, when Jabalia was invaded and besieged. We were forced to flee to a center for the deaf, which we thought would give us protection. Unfortunately, it was bombed, and it collapsed above us, both of my mother and my aunt ( who has Dawn syndrome) martyred immediately, My sisters and I, along with a few others, remained alive under the rubble, I was able to reach my mother's body and wrap it in her clothes by my hands.

A moments of terror, sadness, and pain, I was trembling, unsure if it was from shock or my wounds. I managed to call my teacher, whom I considered a second mother, asking her to contact the ambulance or the Red Cross to rescue us, but it was futile due to the dangers posed by the aircraft targeting Jabalia. My sisters Lamees, Suja, and Islam and I stayed under the rubble for four days, crying, screaming, and praying to Allah to save us. Finally, the Red Cross managed to rescue us.

Later, l learned that my teacher recorded our call for help, and the recording spread rapidly on social media and some news channels, allowing the world to hear my voice as I cried out for help, which prompted the Red Cross to coordinate with the occupation forces to get us out from under the rubble. My heart was still shattered over my mother, whom I wrapped with my own hands, and until now still under the ruble due to the difficult conditions.

After that, since we were girls alone with no place to shelter, we went to my uncle, who was also displaced with some relatives to Beit Lahiya, which was experiencing the same bombardment as Jabalia. We stayed with him for three weeks, enduring airstrikes and artillery shelling while being trapped in Beit Lahiya, unable to leave northern Gaza.

Then came another devastating blow that wiped out what remained of us. On the morning of Saturday, October 2, 2024, we were struck by an F16 missile, resulting in the martyrdom of my three sisters, Lamees, Suja, and Islam, as well as my beautiful 12-year-old cousin, Sara. We couldn’t bury them in the cemetery, so we buried them in front of Kamal Adwan Hospital, while I get out of it with severe damage to my leg, and my uncle lost his eye and leg.

Now we are In Al-Awda Hospital, with life’s doors closed on us, waiting for the occupation to allow the ambulance to transfer us to western Gaza.

I have lost everything ,my parents, my brothers, my sisters, and my home. All that remains of my family are two married sisters in southern Gaza. This is my tragedy: the tragedy of Zamzam Nayef, who has not yet shed the cloak of childhood. Therefore, I ask for your support and solidarity to help me stand on my feet again in this life and to continue the legacy of my martyr sisters. Please share my story with your friends and on your pages; your support is what will keep me holding on to hope.

Note( I attached photos to my beloved mom, my brother Abd Rahman, and the four girls Lamees , Saja, Islam and Sara)