Support dana and her Family

Hello, my name is Dana

A poet lives in Gaza where I was born and have spent my entire life.

After a long displacement, we lost our father.

My mother can't find medicine for her heart condition, and there's a severe food shortage.

No one knows what the future holds for us. When we complete this goal, we'll be able to leave Gaza. Now, this money will help us meet the rising costs of daily living, cover the tuition fees for the French universities my sister and I have been accepted to, and allow the rest of my family to leave Gaza so we can live a normal life outside Gaza.

We ask you to support this campaign.

You can receive my poem collection

(All I have left is writing and through it I resist in Arabic and French) by sending a proof of contribution (10 € as a minimum)to my go fund me.

Please send it to my Instagram dana.flaifl, It will be my pleasure to share my collection with friendly people.

***

This is a poem I wrote for my father .

(The Anemone)

I grind worn-out poetry into dust

in the millstone of memory.

My path was misled—

A darkness lit my way,

then refused to come closer.

It stained my whiteness

with the crimson of its petals.

It found pleasure in the terror of my breath,

and bound the springs of my longing.

My orchards burst into tears

for what has abandoned me.

A coma that won’t awaken

refuses to bid farewell to my body.

A drone invades the silence that once sheltered me,

while a tank sweeps away the last of my ripened grains.

The noise of my heart betrays me.

Farewell, my anemone—

Without you,

I am no more,

and shall never be.