Hello, my name is Rahaf Alkfarna, I am 18 years old& I am from Gaza

I am responsible for all my family- I have 3 brothers- one who was sadly martyred and is no longer with us and another who has heart disease.

I also have 3 sisters, my eldest sister lost her husband and we have her baby to care for. My youngest sister is very sick also.

A little bit about our journey so far this is our home reduced to rubble...

The night swallowed our footsteps as we fled, shadows stretching long over the broken streets of Beit Hanoun. The air was thick with grief my brother had fallen and martyred, and the sky raged with fire. We moved long long journy from far north to far south, each step carrying the weight of loss, fear, and survival. When the army took my father, the sun did not set it bled into the horizon. For three months, we lived without his voice, and I learned what it meant to bear responsibility too soon. My siblings leaned on me, and together we drifted from one shattered place to another(Jabalia, Gaza City, Khan Yunis, Rafah). The cold gnawed at us, but there were no blankets, no walls to keep it out. Only canvas and prayers. Every time we found shelter, the war found us again and leave everything then we have to buy new ones with very high prices. Our homes burned, our paths closed, our hopes crumbled into dust. In Deir al-Balah, disease and hunger replaced the bombs, yet even in that crowded misery, they set fire to our fragile refuge, turning it to ashes before our eyes. We carried on, empty-handed but unbroken. In Bureij .. evacuation ... hurry up. Then to Khan Yunis we surprisingly survived...in the tent of my aunt where cruelty outlasted the war. Friends helped me to buy a new tent for my family , to find a space of our own, though it lacked much—it was ours and we’re free now alhamdullah...I couldn’t go back north and visit my brother grave , we couldn’t move there cuz of high prices of transportation... Through the long months, through each storm of steel and fire, one truth remained: in Gaza, safety is an illusion. There is no place untouched by war. No walls strong enough to shield us. But there is love, endurance, and the refusal to surrender to despair. This is my journey. The road of exile carved into my bones, the longing for home stitched into my breath. I walk forward, not because there is peace ahead, but because there is no choice but to move.

This page has been set up to help support me to support my family- we are starving & need access to food& medicines to help us survive. We are all so exhausted from hunger but we keep going.

Any amount you could give would help us, thank you so much & please keep us in your prayers.

Rahaf Alkfarna