Helping my friend and his family

I am Too Young to Die

I am too young for this war, I am too little for this insanity and this nightmare of bombing, shooting, death all around, too young for the fear, horror, tears, stress, irritation, shock, despair, frustration, worries, homelessness.

Yet, old men in office and in charge cause all this and too unwise to decide for me. Thay are too cruel to make my life hell. I wonder much about them since old men are very loving and very caring. I feel sorry for dad, for mom and my two little sisters the way I feel for myself. Sure, it is hard to be a dad or a mom in wars but it is hard to be a daughter or a sister in war times.

I believe those old men in office and in charge have their own kids to care for and to worry about. So why won't they care for other's kids and for me! I am too young for all the suffering and the pain that we have been through for almost ten months by now. I am to little to die, I have not lived a life yet.

Here is my story in brief

I am Tallin Said Lubbad, 15 yrs old, I am Palestinian and have a loving family of dad, mom, and two little sisters, Celine 13 and Sabine 11 yrs old. I used to live in the town of Beit Lahia in the north of Gaza. We the three sisters as I, Celine and Sabine used to have a barely normal life with its goods and bads, ups and downs. We used to have dreams and wishes. We were lucky to study at the International American School-Gaza that gave us a great chance to see different cultures and to have a broad vision and wide horizon. Unfortunately we were deprived from school for the academic year 2023-2024 because of the war on Gaza.

We were also lucky as everyone of the three of us used to have her own room, and her own things and belongings. Sadly, all was gone because of the war on Gaza and we lost almost everything. We had to flee under bombing and leave our stuff behind. We now live in a tent. No more dreams. All by the sudden, everything totally colapsed and life turned into hell. I slept on the ground, no cover.no sheets. I walked bare foot no shoes no slipers. I stayed in public shelters as kindrgartens, schools, wedding saals, tent camps.

It was a quite early morning in a nice and little bit chilley weekend in Fall, which was my favorite time to rest and sleep over, relax, eat good food, do hobbies and sure do the stupid homework. I woke up confused not knowing what was goiog on, as we srarted to hear explosions, bombing, fighter jets, messiles and tanks shells. It was war. Over a whole week of distress and anxiety, we stayed home. Then my dad got a phone call at 3 a.m. informing that the house of my bigger aunt was air-striked and the whole building collapsed. My dad and uncle left under bombing to check things out there. I was worried about them and also sad enough and worried about my aunt. Shortly we knew that my aunt and all her family members were murdered.

Late that day my dad and uncle came back after burrrying the deads, God bless their souls, where my dad told us that we had to leave soon as it was not safe there.

We snatched our backbags with very few things leaving our invaluable things home. All was gone since the house was highly damaged due to random bombing by many Tank Shells. We became homeless.

So we were displaced, a long and hard experience. We have been leaving from one place to another for 8 times during the last 10 months and fleed places under bombing.Now we stay in a tent in the middle of nowhere by the seeside. No healthy bathrooms, no electricity, no cooking gas, food is scares and water is salty, no hygenic things, no toilet paper, no soap, no tissues. It is awful and prices are shockingly high reaching between 20 tp 100 times the usial price.

Tents are too hot in summer and freezing cold in winter tines. I miss my home, miss my bed, miss my bathroom and I highly miss my shower. I crave food such as meat, chicken, vegetables, and a drink. Oh a can of cold Soda will do great. I'd die for a bottle of cold water in the hot summer time.

I am really young to die. I want to live. Praise the lord I breathe but I still hope to get out of all this.

You can make this dream come true and you can help to save me and my family.

We pray for the end of this war and we hope to get out of this insanity physically and mentally healthy.