Help Malak get her out of the hell in gaza so she can study!

I am a Malak from the Gaza Strip. I am addressing your consciences, and I am appealing to you. I am being subjected to death, I am being subjected to bombing, and I am being subjected to genocide. I and all my family, save me, save me, after 300 days of genocide and the hell of Gaza. I created a fundraising fund to complete my studies outside the Gaza Strip and to stay alive. Donate to me and help me. From displacement to displacement, up to this moment I have been exposed to gunfire and artillery shells. Until this moment, these may be my last words and I will be a martyr. I am begging you and addressing you, my beloved ones. Outside the Gaza Strip, our house in northern Gaza was bombed, and then the occupation forced us to leave through the belts of fire. Then I was displaced to the city of Al-Maghazi in southern Gaza, and I remained in Al-Maghazi, living in a tent under the cold of winter for ten days. Then the occupation besieged us, and according to what they said, southern Gaza was safe, and they besieged us, but we survived and were displaced again to Deir Al-Balah, then the occupation besieged us through shooting in the streets. We were displaced to Rafah for a day, then we were displaced again to Deir al-Balah. From displacement to displacement, every moment we are displaced from one place to another until we remain safe. Donate to me so I can get out of the hell of Gaza and keep me and my family alive. Save me so I can continue my studies at the university outside Gaza. Isn’t it my right to education, isn’t it? I have the right to eat healthy food. Don’t I have the right to drink safe water? Why do we live like this? They saved me. A month ago, I contracted hepatitis because I eat canned food and spoiled food. They saved me and let the whole world hear the cries of my heart. In order for us to shower, we must carry water from a far away place. Save me, save me until I reach my goal