Help Nidaa and Family In This Emergency

I am Nidaa, I am married and have two children. My family and I are displaced from Khan Yunis to Rafah, and my house was destroyed. There is no place left to return to. Under these circumstances, all our dreams and our children’s childhoods have been destroyed. I hope to get out of the Gaza Strip. To save our lives from this suffering! Please contribute to my cause any donation helps as we are in the position to call on the kindness and compassion people who care for our situation. The following story is how we came to be in this situation.

The day I graduated, pregnant with my second son and my son who is 5 now.

Like a dream

“I was still completing the preparations for my new home, the details of which I have always imagined and planned every corner for the past six years.

I completed my university and graduated from it with an excellent degree, but I was deprived of even seeing my certificate of excellence or working with it in any of the institutions.

I was about to give birth to my second child. I had prepared a reception for him that I had always dreamed of. I prepared my son’s rooms so that they could live an ideal life, as I aspired.

When the arrangement and furnishing of my house was finished, for which I was still paying the installments after, the fateful war came, only two days after the birth of my child, and our lives were turned upside down.

I never felt anything like that. With in the warmth of my new home, there was no opportunity to contemplate the presence of a new baby in my home that needed love and affection from me.

I was all the time trying to protect myself and my children and to stay away from any harm or danger until the situation intensified in our area, Block 107. Suddenly a house adjacent to my house was bombed, and God has been gracious to us.

My children and I survived. I was unable to carry with me anything but my children, and the journey of misfortune, fatigue, oppression, and helplessness began.

I was displaced from my home without anything with me except my children and some memories in my mind from my home, the details of which I had not yet completed

I was displaced from the city of Khan Yunis to Rafah. After not much time had passed, news came to us that the area had become a dangerous combat zone.

So I bid farewell to my home and hoped that the angels of heaven would protect what was left of it, but we received news that it had become a place where only the hills were stationed and when they got up and left it, they did not care about any fatigue.

We suffered years of deprivation in order to reach this stage, and they took from us everything we had without mercy

They burned my entire house. It was not an easy experience at all. It was as if my soul had been stolen from me due to the amount of effort I had in creating it. Everything I had planned for my children’s lives disappeared in one moment.

I cannot describe my feeling at the time. I wish I would find someone to stand by my side to rebuild it and provide my children with a life as I wished for it again.

For the safety of our family we must get out from Gaza. So that I can work with my academic degree, which I have always aspired and strived with all my energy to excel in. “

Thank you for reading my story. I implore you to help us secure a better life for our children.