My name is Rola Bkheet , and I live in Norway. I created this page to help my friends whom I know personally and trust completely. As everyone is aware, the situation in Gaza is catastrophic, and many people are suffering. The Abu Bakr family has lost everything — their home, their source of income, and some of their family members and loved ones. I am also sharing their story in their own words.

Hi, my name is abd, I have my father, my mother, and 3 siblings: my father, Wahib, 48 years old, my mother, Iman, 39 years old, Abdul Rahman, 22 years old, Osama, 18 years old, and Dania, 20 years old. They are my joy, my pride, and the reason for my existence.

Before October 7, I was living in Gaza City, where I had a modest house and a modest job (design and editing)

Naturally, life in Gaza was not easy due to the siege, amid repeated attacks, but I lived a humble life with my family, friends, and neighbors.

Everything has changed since October 7: my life, my home, my environment, my work, and I do not forget my hopes and ambitions... Horror has taken control of our lives. This frightening war has turned our days and nights into nightmares and our daily lives into hell.

At first I had to flee to the south in Khan Yunis after our first displacement to Al-Shifa Hospital, where we saw death with our own eyes. Those were difficult and painful days because of seeing the destruction, martyrs, and the remains of martyrs. We were forcibly displaced from our home, which had witnessed many happy days that became memories. Which turned into a state of deterioration when brutal bombing was unleashed, and enduring the loss of my job, the source of all my income in which I invested a lot of energy and effort...and the loss of my friends and some of my close family members and neighbors is even more painful.

The trip to Rafah was the end of my previous life, and since then memories have accumulated in my head that I hope to erase from my memory and that will continue to haunt me until the end of my life.

My family and I slept in the street until we were able to set up a tent made up of shade and some wood, which did not protect us from mixing with our neighbors or the cold, wind, and freezing rain that fell on us in the middle of the night, amidst the terrifying noise of the targeted homes, in uncomfortable conditions, with creeping encroachment. The cold is everywhere, not to mention the lack of food, due to the shortage of foodstuffs accompanied by the insane rise in prices due to the closure of transit stations from time to time. On some days, I was content with a little water. My body has weakened a lot. My weight has decreased from 76 kg before the war. Before the war, to 52 kg now.

We have experiences here that have exceeded our mental capacity. Why are we, civilians, being targeted? Why can't we get to a safe place? I can't find any description in any language that can help me describe what's happening. Gaza has become a haven for civilians.

Here, the children's names and ages are written under their feet because the bombing burns bodies and explodes heads. I'm shaking every minute, fearing for my family.

People here believe that the whole world has abandoned them. They are desperate, tired, exhausted, hungry and in pain. Many are fleeing near the Egyptian border, even though it is unsafe. They fear a ground invasion that would cause...

A massacre in this densely populated area. Indeed, after our fourth displacement to the Al-Qarara area, there was a ground invasion, successive attacks, and non-stop massacres, and now our suffering has increased more than before.

My goal is to protect my family and take care of them until this war ends, or until my family and I leave this hell.

Help us get out of here! Help us put an end to this tragedy! This hope is all that remains for me, I need to hold on to this dream!

Thank you all for reading my words, thank you for your sympathy, solidarity and prayers. These devastations are a genocide of a defenseless and besieged people.

We can only rely on your humanity.

Abdulrahman.