Help Farah complete her education

My name is Farah; I am 19 years old. I finished high school with a high score (90%) in the summer of 2023. I cannot describe the set of feelings that I felt when I achieved this grade and began to build the future that I dreamed of since childhood... I quickly joined the university in September; I decided to register for my dream major (Engineering). New and big ambitions and goals are beginning to form, and I was imagining the beautiful future that will await me at the next stage of my life.

but !!!!!

These dreams were quickly destroyed in the blink of an eye. I remember the seventh of October when I was preparing in the morning with the plan I had drawn yesterday to go to university in my mind, and suddenly, without any advances, the war began. We stayed in our homes, believing it was just a short period, not exceeding a month, and everything would return to normal afterwards. But the war continued for more than 200 days, that is, 6 months, equivalent to half a year of our lives, our lives, and our future, but the hour was a hundred years and the minute was a thousand hours... Imagine that you are watching the bombing of your university, where you built your dreams... You are watching the bombing of the places where you and your family went to spend the holiday. It has a waterfall of memories that are present at every place and every outing... You watch the bombing of your school, where you spent 12 years of achievements, creativity and memories... You watch the bombing of your loved ones’ homes and their loss in the blink of an eye. You watch the bombing of the place of worship that you used to go to and pray for your dreams...And what is worse is that you watch the bombing of your childhood home which I spent 19 years and all my family’s efforts in building with your eyes on the television as if you are watching a horror movie, but it is real. How can this strong house that unites our family in the evening and while eating dinner in an amount of calm and love that overwhelmed us all, be destroyed in seconds by a missile that fell on the house, but in reality, it fell on our dreams, our future, our present, our past, our memories, and our possessions. Imagine that they were gone in one moment, just one moment...and from this moment until now. In this story, I have not felt, even for a single second, a feeling of safety or stability since our home was gone... All the nights were difficult, and the sounds of continuous missiles around the clock were devastating. Lots of questions jump into my head: Will you lose any of them? Or will you be the victim? After all this, we were forced to leave our city, our dreams, and everything, even our clothes, behind us. We went to a school as a shelter. After it was a place for education, it became a place for shelter. You can imagine living with 20 people in one room, which is like animals’ lives. Even this place that we thought was safe was in the greatest danger when a shell fell on part of the school. My mind stopped completely. I started watching and I could not speak.

You watch the martyrs drowned in their blood, and you watch the mother bidding farewell to her children, crying in agony, and you are watching these scenes because of the websites, it is not a horror movie, and it is not a program on television, it is reality, right before your eyes. After all this, we left everything and fled with only our lives to the south. Naturally, we did not know anyone from there. We were forced to live in a tent that did not have the slightest necessities of life. You left your warm bed and your soft quilt and went to sleep on the ground during the cold winter. This primitive life was a disaster; everything, even the simplest things, was tiring. You get up early in the morning to go to the water queue to drink, and imagine the number of hours until you get a bottle of water, then to the bread queue because your family is waiting for you.

Yes, the spring of life and the beginning of youth went between queues for food and drink until the evening arrived and you could not sleep due to the extreme cold and water that we feared entering the tent. Even the bed, due to its hardness, hurts the bones. A tragic life that destroyed everyone's dreams. ,

My father, who was a karate coach and went to work with love, lost everything, even the people he trained, and my sister, who dreamed of finishing her school and going to university like anyone in the world with the speciality she dreams of, lost everything. We always planned when she finished school to go to university together and to go out to places that are dear to our hearts, but now everything is gone. Time is running out and a year of education suddenly disappears from our lives... I hope that my family will be safe, sleep in peace, and continue their studies, dreams, and future.

The primary goal of this campaign is to save my family and their future from the horrors, destruction, and tragedy of this war. For you, perhaps this will be your help by publishing this true story or financial assistance, but for us, it is a new life after the destruction of our home and the loss of our jobs.

Imagine that you are giving a chance to many people to complete their lives and dreams.