Help me survive and evacuate my family from the Gaza war

I am Faraj from Gaza from a family of 11 members: my father, mother, two brothers, two sisters, my sister-in-law, and 3 nephews. (My father is sick and suffers from asthma) I witnessed the tragedy of our people in Gaza. Where my family and I have survived many previous wars. But today we face the most dangerous and fiercest battle in the current war in Gaza. Our urgent need increases, as we no longer have anything, and we cannot secure our basic needs, such as food, water, and safe shelter.

Here's our story - On October 7th, our lives changed forever. My family and I were displaced on the streets. Our house was surrounded, burned and then completely destroyed. Our home, once a bastion of hope, is now in ruins, a stark reminder of our shattered dreams.

That was the night we left our home when they were displaced. The sounds of bombing were everywhere, making a loud noise that seemed to pass through our souls. Each explosion shook the earth like an earthquake, It sends waves of fear through our trembling bodies. We were filled with fear. The smell of destruction and blood permeated the air, making breathing difficult, and the children felt suffocated from the intensity of the dust in the air as a result of the bombing. When dawn came, we saw the devastation around us, and we realized that our home...was now a symbol of loss and despair.

We ran into the streets, and with every step we took into the unknown streets, we felt as if we were slipping deeper into the abyss of our shattered existence, leaving behind everything we had in our home: clothes, important official documents, the car and literally everything. The scale of our loss weighs heavily on us.

Our home was the place where we found hope and safety, and where we made precious memories. Losing him was like losing years of our lives, leaving us lost in the wreckage of our existence. Crusher After some time, they were displaced into the streets and schools.

I sustained minor injuries to my hand, and my brother sustained serious injuries to his foot as we headed to the Nabulsi roundabout in northern Gaza to get a bag of wheat flour from the aid that came to satisfy our hunger. We are still living in pain until this moment, and before you are pictures of what our past was like before the war and what it has become. Our present after the war.

These are my pictures before the war and after the war