Hello, I am Rima, a mother of three children. We lived a very poor and poor life before the 7th of October. We could not find food every day. I remember that I spent nearly a month or more with my children without lunch, and sometimes without breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Our intestines were twisting from extreme hunger, and we had no one to look at us with compassion and provide us with food. That period was one of the worst periods that we had ever experienced. My husband was unemployed, and I promised him that I would stand by him in good times and bad. At that time, I was in my eighth month of pregnancy. I needed a lot of food. Support, tonics, vitamins, and iron, especially after I found that the fetus did not weigh a kilo. After I began to fear losing it due to the lack of adequate food and support for it, my teeth fell out quickly, my body lost weight, and I was admitted to the high-risk pregnancy section.

On the fourteenth of June 2022, I gave birth to my beautiful child, Acer. He was like a blooming rose, bright white, but he was weak in structure and had crooked feet. He suffered from clubfoot, a deformity in both feet that made them stick together inside. I began his treatment journey when a week had passed since his birth. I performed a surgical operation on him. The hand of Dr. Adnan Al-Barsh, who was martyred as a result of repeated torture by the occupier.

Then after that, we performed a cast on both feet over a period of 7 months, and his feet began to improve until he suffered a crisis that made him suffer from colds and colds throughout the year. Days passed, and on the 7th of October, the war began, and we lived in northern Gaza for about 4 months.

We experienced hunger, poverty, death, destruction, and bombing every second before our eyes. We experienced repeated escape and displacement during the day dozens of times. We moved from one area to another in search of safety, but we did not find it. The bombing was under our feet and above our heads. My husband suffers from a chronic disease and cannot move much. I was pulling him on the cart. He and my three children, and I run from one place to another without having a loaf or a penny in my pocket.

I helped my children when they were hungry. I fled to southern Gaza in search of food and a living. I borrowed money to help my children and my husband, and we passed through the safe corridor. How was it safe after all that!!! The Zionist soldier fired a shot into the air, asking me to leave all my clothes, money, and gold. I refused, so he directed his artillery at my children and my husband. So I left everything to protect my family and took them all out, but they were not like before. They had suffered from involuntary urination, stuttering, confusion, and stuttering in speech. They were so frightened and terrified that none of them could speak the entire way.

I lived here in the south a very difficult life. Life here is very expensive and I cannot buy anything. I am waiting for the aid that comes to keep me and my fetus alive. It is now in its second month. I fear that it will get hurt. It is poor and I cannot support it with the necessary food or vitamins. There is none. I have a source of income. There is no one to help me bring food and drink. I do not have a strong tent to protect me from the cold of winter and the intense heat. I suffer daily. All of my children were injured in the target when I sent them to collect empty cardboard boxes in Rafah, and after that I did not send them to any other place. Mahmoud was injured. In his face, Muhammad was injured twice in his left foot. His feet began to twist again and he began to suffer greatly from frequent falls while walking.

Please, my friends, help me. I have lived more than 200 days under war, and I am alone, carrying the responsibility of 3 children and a helpless husband.

Help my golden-haired child to walk again beautifully and smoothly. Help me build a beautiful house to contain my children.

Help me to live a dignified life worthy of beautiful Palestine.