I am Muhammad, my family consists of 9 members. We were a beautiful ambitious family in our warm home. Before October 7, my father used to go to work. He had a shop that sold household appliances, and my sisters started a marketing project for my father on the Internet and it succeeded with them. My mother is a housewife, and my brothers were studying at university.
Everyone was doing their beautiful daily routine with all love, until that damned day came, October 7. While my mother was praying the dawn prayer and preparing herself to wake me and my brothers up for school, suddenly we heard the sound of explosions and missiles and children crying from all over. Everyone woke up in panic and fear, and we went to cry next to my father and mother in the corner of the house. This sound lasted for more than an hour. What is happening? What is this?
I have lived through more than one war. I have never heard a sound like this before. Everyone was shocked and no one spoke. We stayed in our situation until the sound of the explosions subsided.
My father started asking the neighbors and relatives what was happening until we understood that the war had started. We lived with the whole group without leaving our neighborhood, Al-Zeitoun. We thought it was a safe area, but this war betrayed our expectations (knowing that the Al-Zeitoun neighborhood is still under fire and has become a ghost town).
The occupation asked us to evacuate the area, and my father decided to take us to the humanitarian areas (as he intended to dream). During the displacement on October 20, on our way to the safety corridor, the truck behind us was bombed about 20 meters away. Out of panic and fear, the car stopped, and my father tried to protect us until he fell on his back from the effects of the bombing. Until now, he is unable to do hard work.
Thank God, the injuries were minor and we recovered from them until we reached Deir al-Balah. We stayed there for 3 months and experienced all kinds of suffering because we left the house without taking anything with us, whether clothes, provisions, or the basics of life.
The main reason for our suffering was that my father was unemployed and sick from the bombing and the high prices. Then our area in Deir al-Balah became unsafe and we were forced to move again. We moved to Rafah to our relative’s house. One night in May, at 3 a.m., everyone was asleep and the weather was cold, and the house next to us was bombed. We came out from under the rubble to the sound of ambulances and the screams of mothers. Half of us were missing and the other half was in a coma from the panic of the scene.
The neighbors are in pieces, and the martyrs are in dozens, and the ambulances and fire brigades are everywhere. No one can comprehend the horror of the scene. My little sister was taken by the ambulance because she fainted and they gave her artificial respiration until she recovered. We all have minor injuries, thank God. My mother went to the hospital. She was injured in her hand and stayed for days and months without doing anything until she recovered, thank God.
Then we were displaced to another area in Rafah. The story of displacement in Rafah lasted more than 5 times. After that, it became a combat zone and we were forced to move to a tent in the middle, the Al-Zawaida area, where we currently live.
We are exhausted and tired, and nothing bad has happened to us. Our hope in God is great, and I am striving hard to meet the needs of my family. I am young. The responsibility that falls on my shoulders is very big for my age.
I was the first in my school at school. Everyone loves me and loves my excellence. My teacher died, my friends died, my neighbors died, many of them died and became pieces before my eyes. What is my fault? What did I do to them? Where is childhood? Where is humanity?
Our house has been bombed and destroyed and the place My father was bombed and all the goods were burned. They took away our childhood, security and peace. May God not forgive them or pardon them. Please help me and my family survive this injustice.
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