Help Eman and her family save their lives

Hello my dears...

I am Eman from Gaza, I am 18 years old ...

Please read with your hearts before your tongue and I hope you can help me

◾The story of my displacement from October 7 until now.

I was displaced from my home in the Al-Rimal neighborhood on the second day of the war, after our entire neighborhood was threatened with bombing. So we moved to my father's aunt's house among the companions, and we were only able to take with us some clothes and food, because death was getting very close to us. After that, the occupation forced us to leave south to protect our lives, so we went to my aunt’s house, which is adjacent to the Al-Farra Tower in Khan Yunis... The area to which we were displaced here in Khan Yunis was subjected to a severe threat, and my aunt’s house was destroyed as a result of the bombing of the Al-Farra Tower, which is adjacent to it... and the third time we were displaced. To Mawasi Khan Yunis, and after the arrival of the ground operation there, we were forced to migrate for the last time to Rafah to live in a tent in Tal al-Sultan in the housing camp.Our dream in this life was a tent, so we spent a lot of the money that my family and I had on building this tent, which cannot accommodate us either... You can imagine that there are 17 people living in one tent because we do not have enough money. Let's live in a tent alone

◾Camp life

Here we are in Rafah, living as a body without a soul, in endless nightmares. Our breath comes out through the eye of a needle. We suffer from everything... from carrying water long distances after waiting in line for almost an hour. We wash clothes... with our hands and it takes a lot of time and effort... We do not have gas, so we use firewood, which is difficult for us to obtain because we do not have enough money... We do not sleep well because the tent is not spacious and we do not have enough bedding for me and my family, so We sleep two people each. In bed... We have not eaten fruit or fatty foods for months due to high prices. We live only on canned goods that we receive from aid and which rarely reach us.... We do not have many clothes because we only came with our lives and could not take everything we needed.Dishes are being washed at the door of the tent, and in great suffering as well... We spend our days earning a living and getting water... We bake once every three days and carry the dough a long distance to bake it with a baker who also uses firewood... Here many people spread out. Throughout the camp, there are many diseases due to overcrowding, lack of hygiene follow-up by the municipality, impure water, and contaminated food. This is part of our suffering, and there is much, much more that we cannot describe.

◾My dreams that were buried in Gaza, or what is known as the Cemetery of Dreams

I live in a state of terror, sadness, and great disappointment... I have given up on everything... I am a high school student at Arafat High School for the Gifted... It has been my dream since I was young to complete my high school studies with a high grade to obtain a dental scholarship in... University and open my own clinic... But unfortunately, the dream that I always dreamed of when I was young was buried under the rubble of our house, and with it were buried my hopes and ambitions and my soul as well... My dream in this life has become safety for me and my family and the salvation of our souls after That death and danger approached us little by little

◾The only solution to escape

I could not do anything but get out of this genocide that is taking place here in Gaza.... Therefore, I and my family were forced to travel to Egypt to preserve our lives, rebuild our lives that ended here, and complete our education for me, my brothers, my cousins, and Building our future that we have always dreamed of.... The cost of travel and coordination through the Rafah crossing for those over the age of 16 is $50,000, and for those under the age of 16 it is $2,500, and this is a very huge amount, and unfortunately we no longer have a source of income or salary.

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We no longer have anything...

we have no house left, and my father and uncle have lost their source of income. We have no memories, no possessions, no happiness, no hope, and no healing for our hearts....

Gaza has become a city of horror and ghosts, all rubble and lifeless. I can tell you that we have a spirit that we cannot guarantee will survive the days ahead

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had nothing to do but write while my hands were shaking as if I had to say, “I am sad, afraid, and distracted,” without a poetic image or simile

My features were almost dominated by feelings of sadness, crying, disappointment, and fatigue Please imagine yourself like us ...

I hope you will help me, even if just a little, to get out to Egypt

Believe me, all the videos, pictures, and words are not enough to describe our suffering and what we are going through here in Gaza

I am embarrassed by this, as I have never asked for a request like this, but unfortunately circumstances forced me to say so