Manal Ahmed I want support to restore my destroyed house

Hello, my name is Manal Ahmed. I live in Palestine, in Gaza. I am married and have 6 children. We used to live happily in a The house we live in was destroyed and was destroyed above us. We escaped with difficulty. The fire brigade got us out after a whole day under the bombed house.beautiful, big house. My husband worked hard to build it, but everything is gone and destroyed. We do not have a single human being.

Losing a home is not just losing a building, it is losing a part of the soul, our childhood memories, our dreams that we wove between its walls.The house is the whole heart. If it is good, the whole body is good. If it is bad, the whole body is gone. My house was bombed, and my children and I were inside. We were sitting and talking. After a few minutes, we saw nothing but the roof of the house falling on our heads. I heard my children saying Mom, don't leave us. We are alive. My little boy says in a loud voice, "I bear witness that there is no god but God." But I can't say anything because of the pile of rubble in my mouth I miss my home

Moving from a house to a tent is very difficult and humiliating, but you are forced to live in this place and be satisfied with it, whether as a kitchen, bedroom, or even a living room, and it may extend to include the bathroom as well. What does it mean to live in a tent? It means that you will be eaten Mosquitoes, ants, and melting On the one hand, and on the other hand, the heat is intense Suffering from illness The problem is that there is no privacy. And uninhabitable with the coming of winter

This daily suffering that we live in the shadow of war and siege, from power and gas outages and fuel scarcity, and the resulting difficulties in cooking and obtaining basic food, is a painful reality.

A scene that the camera cannot withstand for a few minutes. It burns inside me. I wipe the sweat pouring from my face with my handkerchief, but I have to feed my children.Even a little which we get with difficulty

Illnesses are affecting my daughter. Patience, my little one. We have nothing but prayers for you due to the shortage of medicines."

Oh yeah My son, you have grown up before your time. My child lives Really painful beyond childhood Innocent Its meaning is revealed every moment. Especially when it comes to fetching water Every morning he wakes up He goes out With simple dreams in getting a drop of water But he faces endless challenges.

Oh God, end this war and remove these worries

Oh God, my health has been violated. My hands and body are worn out from washing clothes and collecting water

I suffer every day to bring food. It is true that it is not the best food, but it is harmful because there is no food in the house to feed my children. The quantity is not a lot, but it satisfies their hunger, And sometimes We can get it. And sometimes you can't bring food.

Can you help me please?

My child is sick from malnutrition

I am Ahmed and I have One brother four sisters. I want to be safe in my country. I have the right to live in safety. Why don’t you care about us? We need you.

Our daily suffering in baking and food led to burning my hands. Oh God, how long will we continue to suffer this suffering

Life has destroyed us before our time, where are human rights? We want our rights as children

These fruits have become our children’s ultimate dreams. How difficult is the feeling when your children see fruits in the markets and want to eat them, but due to circumstances we cannot buy them. Is it possible that all this happens to our children? What is their fault?

Due to the high prices of detergents, diseases and epidemics have increased to the point that it has become impossible to buy detergents.

Three of the tears of my heart in haste and reason. All these problems I use a lot. My mind bears a lot. I bear the price. I lose myself slowly without hesitation. I bear a lot. I am the pillar of the house. I am for the sake of my family. I want a lifeline. I am tired. I am trying to be positive.

For the sake of my family, my chest is collapsing from the inside. I pity myself for the sake of my family. I live day after day for the sake of my family and my country. I remember my home. I cry. I remember the beautiful days. I cry every day. I cry. No one feels me. I have lost a lot. I have lost myself, any happiness or my life. What is the fault of the children who were exposed?For harm, what is the fault of my city? There is my home for the mother. There is no home for my children. A life in it 20cry every time I see my children. Before the war, I was planning for my children to live in a beautiful house and a beautiful life, but the war destroyed everything. I cry from all the memories. I cannot forget my beautiful life. I hope to come back as strong as I was before. Every day we die several times. No one. He feeds us. I lost everything