Help Mona and her family rebuild their lifes in Gaza

Hello world, I am Mona, not yet seventeen years old from Gaza City or the Cemetery of Dreams, displaced from north to south. Since I was born, I have witnessed wars, and how many martyrs have died in them. It no longer matters how many wars I have witnessed throughout my life and many more. From the escalations, I was born in 2006, specifically the month of October. I have been under siege since the first breath I took in this stupid world, as if I was born in a prison where I was forced to stay forever. You will not know what it means to have my childhood taken away at the age of three since the first aggression. Perhaps the pictures and scenes do not convey our feelings to you.

The truth that we keep inside us, when my house is demolished over my head, or the house of our dreams is demolished more than once. My house was destroyed by the occupation for the sixth time in a row. Every time it is destroyed, we rebuild our dreams in it again. everyone is exposed to death at any moment. You will not understand the meaning when it passes. The truck from the street makes my heart afflicted with fear and panic, thinking that the sound is a missile. Thave not yet graduated from the last year of school due to the ongoing war Taw|ihi). My dream was to enter the nursing specialty and achieve my dream like any person outside Gaza, but all my dreams have been shattered. My room, which I always had I build ideas in it and prepare to reach my endeavors and write down the things that motivate me to reach my dream. It was completely destroyed. Nothing remained of it but rubble.

They Killed many of my family members in cold blood and without mercy. We do not know where we will be sheltered after this damned war. We want to get out of this. A country that is not suitable for living, life, construction, education, or trade. We are tired of living in worn-out tents on the scorching sands of the desert. When it rains, it rains on us while we are in the tent. We fill sweet water from a far away place in very scarce quantities. We go to a far place in search of The bathroom. When we sleep, we are not spared even the sound of dogs in the streets. The phone is charged in very far places for $1.

We buy internet cards for 2$ and they expire after two hours. We go to a dangerous place to access the Internet and it is very weak. We wash clothes by hand without a washing machine since the first day. War is tiring and exhausting.

We have not seen electricity since October 7. We light candles to light the tent at night. We are in the tent enduring the heat of the day and the cold of the night.

Our faces are burned from the intensity of the heat and our bodies shiver every day from the cold. Insects and flies come carrying with them many diseases such as

sickness.

Hepatitis, which has become widespread in the tents. In the morning, we burn wood and cook anything.

Our lives have become difficult. There is no fuel, and when it is found, it is at very expensive prices. We have escaped death more than once. We are tired of the frequent displacement. There is no safe place. This life is not suitable for animals. How is it suitable for humans??

Every place is exposed to bombing and genocide. We wear worn clothes and torn shoes.

We were displaced father has had heart disease for more than a eyes and

suffers every day from pain in his heart because his medicines are not available in pharmacies. He was injured in his eye in this war and now he can see in one eye. We have a newborn baby girl who is sick now due to a cold. My three-year-old niece celebrated her birthday in the shelters, and when she hears a song about the father, she cries bitterly for her father. Her father was martyred while going to get some belongings for his infant children, and now he is lying on the ground and has not been buried yet. Her brother is 9 months old and has not seen his father.

If I do not leave the town, which has become a pile of rubble, I and my family will be annihilated.

Save our souls before they are annihilated.

Help me achieve my dreams that were destroyed by this war.

The money will be sent directly to the Family in need by the Organizer of the Campain Flora Artes.