In the name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful. I am Israa Qudaih from the State of Palestine, specifically from Khan Younis, in the beautiful village of Khuza'a in Gaza. Once upon a time, we lived in a small, warm, beautiful home where we felt safe, secure, and stable in the midst of a loving family. I entered my second year of university, and part of my dream of graduating with a degree in nursing was close to becoming a reality. I had promised myself that I would fulfill my duties as a nurse to the fullest.
But suddenly, on the seventh of October at six-thirty in the morning, everything turned to ashes. We heard the sound of rockets, bombs, and the cries of children, women, and the elderly filling the entire place. We left our homes and went to shelter centers, hoping they would be under international protection. But, unfortunately, even in UNRWA schools, we couldn't live in peace. We were ordered to evacuate the schools and were forcibly displaced, leaving with nothing but the clothes on our backs During this war, our home was completely destroyed and turned to ashes. Our warm, caring house that had sheltered me and my two siblings was gone. We then moved to live in tents, and living in tents is nothing like what you can imagine; they provide no protection from the sun or the cold of winter, open from all sides. Skin diseases spread, and we suffered from a lack of water, which became increasingly hard to obtain. Now, the borders are closed, and there's nothing to buy; and if there is, the prices are exorbitantly high. Even flour, the most basic necessity, was unavailable. I had a dream, and the war destroyed it.
That's why I created a Spotfund link to help my family rebuild our home and fulfill the dream I've longed for my whole life. Please, donate to me.🥺💔
