Support a Father and Family in Crisis

This is a family from Gaza ( Beit Lahia) area. Sultans

they used to live in the family's two-story house. We live a decent and stable life. I always think about the bright future before the war comes and destroys our lives and dreams.

After the war on Gaza, the case of the people of Gaza, my family and I had to move to the beach area, leaving behind our warm home and our memories without taking anything from them, even if it is a piece of clothing for fear of ourselves from tyranny.

War

Our house was bombed with a group of shells

Our memories and dreams were buried under the rubble

But we did not find safety in the beach area. We were surrounded by danger from all directions.

Which led to our displacement for the second time to the Maghazi area in the hope that it would be a safe area, but unfortunately Al-Maghazi was in greater danger and we had to move to Rafah.

We were in Rafah, we were walking on the ground

We don't have a sleeping mattress or even a piece of clothing. We don't have anything but our clothes that we wear.

We appealed and asked more than one side to help us, but unfortunately no one heard about our small demands.

My father is an old man suffering from pressure disease. He transfers water from long distances on foot to secure it for us.

I hear my family members crying at night

And my father who spends his day without taking medicine

And there is no trick in the hand

We don't have any money to secure our needs and we can't leave Rafah because of the high cost of transportation. We don't even have to secure the strength of our day.

We live in a big prison

After that, we were surprieded by the lava of death in Rafah, carried our worries and the remains of our souls, and fled to Khan Younis next to the Hamad Towers of Death Towers. The place was brutal and the towers smelled of blood full of bodies, and the night was terrifying and gloomy. We lived in a semi-barren desert. Terror, terror, pain and heartbreak filled our souls

Our lives are like a slow death deprived of tranquility and reassurance

We don't have money to buy medicine or lunch, which is the least requirement of life.

Our dream has become me and my family, just a warm and pillow bed, I put my head on it.

A simple food that makes our hunger happy. We used to stand for hours on charity to collect a meal that has no taste or smell. Just to survive. We lived long months between life and death..

Then we breathed a little after the news of the truce and before we returned to our homes for days, a strong weather storm surprewed out our tents and we spent a night with a terrifying storm without tents or cover

And when we returned to the rubble of our houses after the trouble of the road and transportation.. We didn't settle for a few days until the war came back fiercer than before

We promised to be displaced again, but this time it's harder and harder

We run away without a destination and we don't know where

Without tents, without clothes, we only have the remains of exhausted souls

I hope my voice reaches the world to see the suffering of this small spot in Gaza