Hello, I am Haneen. I want to tell you our story. We are a family of 9 members. I have 6 sisters, girls, and a boy brother. Before the war and the bad events, we lived in an integrated family full of love, tenderness, joy, and pleasure. We all had dreams that we wanted to achieve. I, Haneen, had small dreams that I could not achieve. Because of what happened, my greatest wish was to get a high grade in my studies and to graduate from my school and be among the first to excel. My younger brothers and I had schools, lessons, and assignments. We enjoyed doing them. We hoped to continue our studies and schools. My father had his own business. He had a law office. And legal consultations, he used to go to work every morning with love, happiness, joy, and energy Also

, my mother wakes up every morning, prepares us and prepares our food to go to our schools, and when we leave school, she cooks very delicious food, and when my father returns. From his work, we would all sit at the lunch table and eat and exchange conversations and enjoy talking with my father and mother, and each of my sisters would tell us what happened to him on his day at school, and the smile would not leave our faces. And at night, on our day off, we would consult and go out to visit our relatives, uncles, and aunts, and we would go to eat ice cream and sweets.

Dear friends of ours, we used to go to school together, and in our free time at school we would buy chips, chocolate, and delicious food. We would all sit together in our school under a big tree and eat food and chat, and the laughter would not leave our faces. Also on vacation days, we would all gather together and go to eat at a restaurant. Beautiful Gaza restaurants, the food was luxurious and the places were beautiful. Also, nothing that happened can make me forget the delicious taste of food on this beautiful Friday

Suddenly, without warning, one day my brothers and I woke up to go to our schools. Suddenly, we heard very terrifying sounds. We were terrified and cried from the force of the sound. From that day until today, we did not go to schools and were unable to complete our studies and dreams like the rest of the children of the world. Every day, my father consoled us and reassured us that this sadness and tragedy would end soon. A week passed, then the second week passed, then the third, and it did not end. My father rejected the idea of ​​moving from our home to another place, but under threat. The severe beatings and shells landing on our homes forced us to go out to my grandmother’s house (my mother’s mother) because our house had become very dangerous because of the missiles that were landing on our neighbors’ homes

. We sat in my grandmother’s house. But it was also not safe. Where the fire belts that were bombarding homes and shaking homes have become very close to us. Suddenly we received the news of the bombing of our house and building and its complete destruction. What a shame we no longer have a house to live in. Our memories, our childhood, our pictures and our dreams have become ashes and rubble of which we have nothing left but to remember. Painful and painful in our hearts

Two weeks passed and we were forced and threatened by the occupation to move from my grandmother’s house in northern Gaza to the south, falsely claiming that it was safe for us. We went out to Khan Yunis governorate on foot, a very long distance, carrying our heavy bags on our shoulders, and the temperature was very high. While we were walking on the road, my mother could no longer bear herself and lost consciousness. She suffers from diabetes. She did not find a chance to rest for fear of being shot at while we were walking. They also forced us to carry a white flag on our heads and our IDs so that we could cross. On the way, we received news of the bombing of my grandmother’s house, which we were in, without prior warning. We could not believe that if we had not left it a short time ago, we would have become martyrs and our bodies would have been under the rubble.We arrived at Khan Yunis Governorate exhausted after a very long and tiring journey. The situation was not safe at all. The sounds were very terrifying. We were unable to buy bread. Bakeries were closed due to the lack of flour and electricity. We resorted to inventing a charcoal bread cooker to fulfill the required purpose and to find food to eat. More than 3 weeks have passed and we have been eating a specific and very small quantity. We began to notice that my younger brothers were weak and losing a large portion of their weight, but unfortunately we did not We are able to do anything One day we woke up to my mother crying as she told us that your father’s workplace and his private office had been destroyed and had become rubble that he had been tired of over the past years. After 40 years, it had become ashes in seconds We all started crying, all of us our father’s only source from which he was able to obtain The income was destroyed, only stones remained

. The situation became more and more frightening and worse, and conditions were deteriorating more and more. We were forced and threatened for the third time to move to Rafah Governorate. We had no place to shelter. We made a thin and weak tent at a high and exorbitant price. We lived there, sleeping on the floors. We did not have a mattress to sleep on. Also, my father suffers from severe back pain. We are no longer able to do anything. With the passage of time and days, prices became more expensive. We were no longer able to buy vegetables, as well as meat, chicken, and eggs, due to the terrible high prices in the markets and the lack of money. Also, the water was no longer suitable for drinking, and diseases and epidemics spread in the camp. There is no water for bathing. My brother and father travel a long distance. To get very small amounts of water. Winter has come and the winds are almost uprooting our thin tents. As our tents were flooded with rainwater,we are having difficulty getting water to clean the dishes as well

.my father struggled every night trying to repel the rainwater to avoid drowning, and with all this suffering, my mother became unable to obtain her diabetes medication due to its unavailability in pharmacies, and my father also became unable to obtain it. Able to get his medication for heart disease and blood pressure

I need your support and assistance to enable us to get my remaining family out of Gaza and have a safe and stable life.

I find myself in an embarrassing situation in front of you, but the war prevented that

Every donation, even if it is a small one, will make a difference for us

We need your support and donation. Thank you with all my heart for understanding our position

I love you all❤️