Help Riman's family to begin their life after they left Gaza

One time, the bombing intensified, and my son asked me in the utmost innocence, “Mama, kill me so that this nightmare will end and I can rest.” Can you imagine that?

Hi everyone I'm Reeman, a mother of three.

I cannot describe to you the situations I went through during the war on Gaza.

Death approached me more than once in the Gaza war, but the most important thing is that it approached my children and my husband.

But no we will not die in this awful war, we are going to live.

Before the Gaza war, their father and I were always concerned with raising them happily. We prepared for them what they wished for before they wished for it. They had social and sporting activities. They were always full of energy.

In one day, We had to be forcibly displaced, we were without our home, our car, and even our clothes, personal belongings, and my kids's toys.

We had to be forcibly displaced only to have our souls.

We were forcibly displaced to live on the streets. My husband built us a tent made of nylon and wood, so we could live inside it for several months, eating our daily food, and we could barely find enough water and food to meet our basic needs. We were without work, shelter, and any source of income.

They were not satisfied with that, but we were forcibly deported many times. We were in Gaza and were displaced to Khan Yunis once and then to Rafah.

We thought this suffering would end when we left the Gaza Strip for Egypt, but the new suffering started that we cannot and will not be able to return to our previous life because we simply do not have anything in life.

I was working as a freelance mentor with international organizations in Gaza. During my professional journey, I helped hundreds of students obtain their careers and become successful community members.

I saw how anyone can transform from an unemployed person to someone who has dreams and begins to achieve them, so I declare that I will not be defeated today and will not stop living.

I will get back on my feet and start the project that will enable me to give my children the life they deserve.

Here is your role, dear one, to help me as much as you can so that I can use the donation money to open my new restaurant serving Palestinian food because I will continue to adhere to my identity. I will employ people like me who suffer from the war and lost so that they can also help their families.

I hope you will be generous in your assistance to my children. I ask you to help me spread my campaign and be a messenger of my voice and my message in protecting the lives and future of my children.

I am Mohammad, a Palestinian refugee in Europe. That was my cousin’s message to you.