Yazan sameh foura and his family survive.

Hi my name is Kerry and I'm raising funds to help support yazan sameh foura who lives with his family in eastern Gaza.

Here is his story...

My name is Yazan Sameh Foura, I am 18 years old, I was studying at Gamal Abdel Nasser School, and I have a great passion for my studies.

My family currently in Gaza consists of my father, mother and siblings, which consists of 8 members, I had many ambitions and started to pave my way with my own studies, but the war did not allow me time to achieve my dream.

I will tell you about my life before the war and how the war destroyed it.

I was studying because I needed my family's help because our financial situation was not good, and thank God because I was proficient in my studies, I was able to get a simple job during my study vacation, I fulfilled one of my dreams of buying and building a house for me and my family, as we lived as a simple family in the Gaza Strip

But October 7 came before I could even enjoy the euphoria of achievement and the dream I had achieved, and after the drums of war beat and the neighborhood I live in was completely destroyed here, the dream was destroyed and the house was destroyed. We lost security, I lost passion, I lost our home, my studies, my dreams and my memories so that I could achieve the rest of my dreams. Nothing remained but the instinct to survive. It is a very painful feeling when you lose your entire life, your effort and your dreams that took years to build in moments.

I will tell you about the black hell that we lived in the war.

I live in the Shujaiya neighborhood in eastern Gaza, and when the war began and in its first days it was very difficult for the residents of the northern Gaza Strip, and they were asked to move and many of them moved to the center of the Gaza Strip, which was safe and became crowded with people. Many of my relatives were displaced in the place and we felt sad and sorry for them for what happened to them, but when we were also asked to evacuate our homes after several days, we felt their feelings and how much pain there is when you know that you will soon be homeless and will lose everything you dreamed of And I got tired for him one day.

‎ He asked us to evacuate the entire city at

exactly 9:00 pm on October 19, that is, 13 days after the war began. He asked us to evacuate immediately without any delay, even to take some of our things, or even to take a farewell look, or even to embrace the walls of our house, perhaps they would comfort us! While we were on our way to save our lives, the bombing of the city began.

We were still on the way to displacement and it was pitch black as the electricity had been completely cut off and the lights of the missile explosions were the only thing we could see in the darkness of the night, in addition to the sounds of the explosions that shook the place and planted terror in our hearts. Fear was on people’s faces and screaming filled the place as if what was happening was literally the horrors of the Day of Judgment. We were not certain that we would survive with our lives as the smell of death and terror spread everywhere and everyone was running in a desperate attempt to save their lives. When we arrived at the displacement site, people were stumbling over each other due to the overcrowding of the population and there were also the displaced from the north who had been displaced to the city running with us in their second displacement or perhaps the third or perhaps more than that. Only then did we realize that we

more than that. Only then did we realize that we might live the rest of our lives trying to survive, being displaced time after time! The displacement area was not large enough to accommodate this huge number of people who exuded the scent of fear and were filled with nothing but feelings of terror and sadness over the terror and killing they were being subjected to, which we had never witnessed before.

When our homes were demolished before our eyes, one after the other, in a scene that seemed like it was from a movie, before our eyes, it was the most difficult feeling that a person could experience in his entire life. I still remember to this moment the features of my little sister, Haya, who was filled with terror and every part of her body trembling with fear and her screams, “I don’t want to die,” and her hiding with every sound of a raid inside my arms as if she felt that this might protect her from the damned death, and she did not know that I needed this feeling of security more than her. I was stopped by her crying and her fear for her cat, which when they informed us of the evacuation, we did not find it in the house, so we were forced to leave without it. She was asking me all the time, “I want my cat,” and crying over it. My mother was praying a lot for our safety, and my father was trying to reassure us and trying to console us with the usual fatherly

instinct. We wished that the night would end and that morning would come so that this would end. When morning came and we saw what had happened to the city and our homes, we wished that the night had not ended. Nothing remained. The houses had become rubble and the smell of destruction emanated from everything. There is nothing left to live on but pain squeezing every inch of our bodies. Perhaps the most joyful sight at that time was when we found my sister's little cat, which I hugged as if asking her forgiveness for leaving her alone to face this death that has no mercy on anything. This intimate moment quickly passed because reality insisted on imposing itself with all its cruelty. The matter did not end when they asked us to flee again and leave the place of displacement. We were then forced to flee to the Nusairat area, considering it a safe area, leaving behind our souls hanging between the alleys of the city in which we lived,

perhaps one day it will return to how it was, although we are now certain that this has become impossible. Those who died and those who traveled will not return anything to what it was. We stayed in Nusairat for some time, hoping that it would be the last time we would be displaced, but after several days we were asked to flee again to the Deir al-Balah area or the Rafah area, so we fled to Deir al-Balah, certain that it might not be the last stop! Everything was difficult, even getting water, food, cooking gas, medicine and treatment. Things were getting worse day after day until this moment. Now we have no income, no food and no security. We are still in a cycle of

and no security. We are still in a cycle of displacement and struggle, hoping for a glimmer of hope to rescue us from this hell, especially since they started asking us in the Deir al-Balah area and Rafah to leave. When people tried to return to the north, they prevented them and killed innocent people on their way back! So where do we go after that? There is no longer any place to go. We tried to endure in every way that came to mind and did not, but it seems that all of that is not enough for them to let us live like the rest of the people on this planet!

‎We are now dying slowly, death is chasing us and surrounding us from every side. I do not know if my family and I will be saved or not?

‎Therefore, I appeal to every free person and every person who carries an atom of humanity who can help us survive this hell and get my family out of this suffering as much as he can, please do not fall short in that, there is still hope that with your help I can survive and get out of the Gaza Strip so that I can complete my studies and give me the security and peace that I started one day.

‎Your help for the souls of this family and saving them from death is a favor that I will never forget, and I will be grateful for it throughout my life

With my love and loyalty

Yazan Foura ❤️