My name is Fadda, I am 33 years old, from Gaza. I am married with 3 children : Jana, 12 years old, Ahmed, 11 years old, and Ibrahim, 8 years old. My husband is Mohammed. He is 36years old. We had a very beautiful and warm house.

Our life was stable, calm and beautiful. We lived wonderful moments, we lived a beautiful social life with my family and my husband’s family, and we lived a high level of luxury.

My eldest daughter, Jana, had the most beautiful room, the warmest bed, and she had toys that she loved and was attached to. But now Jana has nothing but memories. The only thing left for her from this house are memories.

Anther of hand, My husband is very good at his field. He had a small shop and loved it very much. The war came on Gaza and they took us out of our homes by force, leaving behind our memories, our money, and our work. They completely destroyed my house and nothing was left for us. My house also contains my husband’s small shop in which he used to practice his passion. All of this is gone and has never returned.

My husband’s suffered from a chronic disease . It called Crohn's disease, which requires high costs for treatment.

In addition , not only that, we caused pneumonia from the smoke resulting from burning wood, and the place was filled with waste and the place was filled with insects. There are no sterile bathrooms. I and my family were sleeping on the floor. 7 months of displacement have exhausted all our savings. We spent everything we had and now we have nothing, no money, no home, and no source of income. We live an inhuman life. There is no clean drinking water for my young children. There is no water even for showering. I suffered from the lack of toilets, and if you want to go to the bathroom you have to wait for your turn for at least an hour. I had a cold while in the tent. I did not know how to protect my children, and my husband’s condition became worse and worse due to his illness and malnutrition and contaminated water.

I was ashamed to ask for help, but circumstances forced me to do so, not for my sake, but for the sake of my children. I hope they get a life like the rest of the world's children. Don’t my children have the right to breathe air free of the smell of smoke, a quiet environment free of the sounds of bombing, and a stable life free of displacement? Doesn't Jana have the right to keep her toys with her, and when she grows up, they stay with her and keep her memories, or are we not human and do not have the right to life and stability? Don’t Jana, Ahmed, and Ibrahim have the right to provide for their basic needs, at least education and clothing? So I hope, my friends, that you will help me achieve my goal so that I, my children and my husband can live a decent life like the rest of the world.

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