Help a family of 13 to evacuate Gaza genocide!

Hello, I'm Ms Nada Ala'raj,

I'm an English teacher from Gaza.

Sadly I lost my home and my job," I'm thinking...will I see my friends and my students, or whether they are alive or died by now?!",

We lost everything in Gaza. Simply we lost our memories and all our dreams.

Danger is getting closer everyday, and every night we sleep under the sound of bombing and the fear if lost, we may lose eachother anytime. Literally the war killed hope inside our hearts and killed our future. Please help my family and get us out of Gaza.

Warda’s story:

I am Warda, 20 years old. I was studying at Al-Aqsa University in Gaza. I finished my first year of university. I entered my second year, but I have not completed it yet because of the war. I specialized in engineering and interior design. A girl obsessed with drawing and colors. My dream is to finish my university, but this dream is more like impossible. I left. Gaza, my mother and I, due to the lack of treatments in Gaza, and I am now in Egypt.

Reem’s story:

My name is Reem Al-Araj. I am a mother and a very sick grandmother. I needed treatment in Egypt, and I am alone there, but the financial situation is very difficult and there is no income from which I can buy treatment, as the Egyptian Hospital does not provide any type of medical services, only tests, so I have to Buy everything on me.

please do whatever you can to help these families. Thank you very much.

Photos:

The first photo is Warda, she's a talented girls .

The second one is Reem the mother.

The third one are the Alaqrab family.

The forth one is me and my husband

The sixth one is for Layan my youngest sister.

DECEMBER,12 update

I am Lama Al-Aqrab from Gaza, who does not sleep on her wounds, but rather makes wings from them. A visual artist and voiceover artist, I don't just carry with me my degree in psychological counseling, but I carry more than that. I carry the story of a people, the dreams of a homeland, and pain that refuses to become a habit.

I am the mother of my child, Ahmed, the little boy who I want him to grow up in a free homeland, where he is not afraid of sunlight and is not accustomed to the sound of shells. I want him to be strong, to be a face that tells our stories, to create a small glory in the middle of a world that tries to turn off the lights.

I am not here to count our losses or review our sorrows. I'm here to say that we are not numbers, and we are not dead on the death row. We live, love, dream, and fight darkness with the lamps of hope that we create from our patience. I am an ambitious woman. I work to achieve my dreams and live in dignity, despite the siege and wars. I don't want to be just a passing memory in the news. I want to leave a mark, to write a new chapter in the story of a people that will not die, because life, with all its stubbornness, flows through our veins.

PS,

The photo is for her and her baby boy Ahmed.

Ahmed.