I will never forget that harsh day when the light suddenly went out and the world became silent. I did not know that the house was destroyed while we were inside it. I realized hours later that the reason for the power outage was because the house was It is destroyed . It was a very difficult day. I will never forget that day when I lost my brother. The news of my brother’s death came as a thunderbolt. I stood shocked by the horror of the scene. I lost my home, I lost my brother, I lost everything. Life seemed to have ended. My children were in a miserable state. They did not…My children no longer have a home, a room, or a bed to sleep in. Life inside the canvas tent was very difficult. The canvas did not protect from the cold, winter or sun. The canvas did not protect from the terrifying sound. I lived in Gaza for days. I became nothing.. I arrived in Egypt after losing everything.. and my children are still suffering from the effects of shock and war.. They are now without schools and without a source of income. I'm trying to save what's left of my soul But I hope to find your help with your donations. I will try and strive hard for my children and family. The rest of my family in Gaza is still living in tents.My mother, brother and sisters .I hope everyone reads my story.Help and donate plzz