Help me and my children to leave the Gaza because the war

Welcome.. This is my space in which I will be honest with you because you are a part of me and so you know who I am and how I live.

I am a young woman struggling for the rest of her life. My name is Ibeihal Ahmed Dhair from the city of Rafah. Because of the war, I lost my house, which I dreamed of living in with my beautiful family. I struggled over the years to build it in a way that befits my children. I worked as a UX UI application and website designer and stayed up long nights until... I can save the cost of building it.

I have children who are like rose petals who do not deserve to die. They are Razan, who is 9 years old, Majd, who is 8 years old, and Maryam, who is 4 years old. I am a girl who lost her husband on her birthday. Instead of lighting candles, fire burned in my heart, and the matter did not end there as I lost my son Ibrahim, who lived in my womb. Nine months.. I lost him because of my shock at the news of my husband’s martyrdom. I tried repeatedly to save him, but the reality we live in forces us to die.

Because of the war, the house was destroyed while my husband was inside it. I lost the house and I lost my husband, whom we dreamed of living happily together in, but the dream did not come true. I live my days away from my husband and my house, from which I carried nothing but memories and pain. On my birthday, my husband was martyred in this war and left me alone. To face the burdens of life with my children, and I was not even able to say goodbye to him (he arrived to me in torn pieces)... I lost everything, and with every new loss I live chapters of sadness that accumulate in my heart.

My children lost their dream of living with their father, and I lost my dream of being happy with my husband, the lover of my soul. I truly lost everything. I became alone and miserable. I cannot find a life for me here or anything resembling life.

After more than 333 days of war, I am trying to live and provide everything necessary for my children. We were displaced from one place to another, searching for safety and escaping death. Under the heavy bombardment, I walk in the streets, hugging my children, amidst a huge pile of fear that has settled on my heart. I want this war to end and I live the rest of my life with my children in safety and peace.

I write to you with the sky as my quilt and the earth as my bed, and I hope that you will look with mercy on me and my young children who only dream of living and playing like any human being.@ibtehaldhair

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