Help Rayans Family in Gaza
Australia
I am Rayan, 21 years old, a resident of Gaza City. We did not experience as much pain and sadness as we did when the war began on October 7, when we were displaced and moved from our homes in the north of the Strip to the south of the Strip.
Before October 7, we lived in a not very difficult environment, but it was also somewhat difficult, as job opportunities were very few and earning money was very difficult, so life was modest. We lived on aid from international organizations such as UNRWA. Things became more difficult with the beginning of the war, as we suffered from a lack of food, many diseases, and the difficulty of finding shelter for housing.
The first day was full of sadness. We had left for the city of Deir al-Balah, and our house was in a school. Then we left for the city of Rafah, the far south of the Strip. We were about 13 families, or about 70 individuals. We found a class inside a school, but the class was not large enough for everyone, so my son, I, and some of the men slept outside the class. We did not have enough clothes to protect ourselves from the bitter cold, nor did we have enough covers when sleeping, so it was cold. The cold carved into our bones with its severity.
I remember the children crying on those harsh nights in December from the severe cold and lack of food. Food was scarce, as a bag of flour cost $300. I remember that I used to sleep hungry on those nights, so how were the children? The lack of food caused a lack of immunity. Diseases such as influenza, hepatitis, and malnutrition spread. I remember that in one month, I got the flu three times and also contracted hepatitis. Those days were filled with severe suffering and hardship. Words cannot describe the suffering.
As for safety, we did not feel safe. Those planes represented the greatest danger, as they did not distinguish between a child, an elderly man, or a woman. How many innocent people were killed? How many relatives, friends, and loved ones did we lose? The planes were bombing everywhere around us. We escaped certain death about five times or more.
I will mention two of those situations. One was when we were in the city of Deir al-Balah. A house adjacent to where we were staying was bombed. We barely escaped the dust and destruction, and that was the reason we fled from Deir al-Balah. The second time was in the Mawasi area of Khan Yunis, where the occupation forces penetrated close to our location with tanks, firing live bullets and shells randomly. We miraculously escaped from that place.
The prices of goods, food, vegetables, and basic materials were unbearably high. A kilo of tomatoes reached about $40. We do not know how we were able to endure all those difficult days until the day finally came when the dream of returning home to the northern sector became a reality.
We returned, but we wished we had not. We were shocked by the extent of the destruction. We did not recognize our city. Everything had changed. We could not find roads to reach our home. The destruction was beyond imagination. Sadness engulfed all the family members. “Where are we? Did we really live here?” we asked ourselves.
Now, we need some money to be able to buy the necessities of life and start again.
Sam HJ
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Australia
I am Rayan, 21 years old, a resident of Gaza City. We did not experience as much pain and sadness as we did when the war began on October 7, when we were displaced and moved from our homes in the north of the Strip to the south of the Strip.
Before October 7, we lived in a not very difficult environment, but it was also somewhat difficult, as job opportunities were very few and earning money was very difficult, so life was modest. We lived on aid from international organizations such as UNRWA. Things became more difficult with the beginning of the war, as we suffered from a lack of food, many diseases, and the difficulty of finding shelter for housing.
The first day was full of sadness. We had left for the city of Deir al-Balah, and our house was in a school. Then we left for the city of Rafah, the far south of the Strip. We were about 13 families, or about 70 individuals. We found a class inside a school, but the class was not large enough for everyone, so my son, I, and some of the men slept outside the class. We did not have enough clothes to protect ourselves from the bitter cold, nor did we have enough covers when sleeping, so it was cold. The cold carved into our bones with its severity.
I remember the children crying on those harsh nights in December from the severe cold and lack of food. Food was scarce, as a bag of flour cost $300. I remember that I used to sleep hungry on those nights, so how were the children? The lack of food caused a lack of immunity. Diseases such as influenza, hepatitis, and malnutrition spread. I remember that in one month, I got the flu three times and also contracted hepatitis. Those days were filled with severe suffering and hardship. Words cannot describe the suffering.
As for safety, we did not feel safe. Those planes represented the greatest danger, as they did not distinguish between a child, an elderly man, or a woman. How many innocent people were killed? How many relatives, friends, and loved ones did we lose? The planes were bombing everywhere around us. We escaped certain death about five times or more.
I will mention two of those situations. One was when we were in the city of Deir al-Balah. A house adjacent to where we were staying was bombed. We barely escaped the dust and destruction, and that was the reason we fled from Deir al-Balah. The second time was in the Mawasi area of Khan Yunis, where the occupation forces penetrated close to our location with tanks, firing live bullets and shells randomly. We miraculously escaped from that place.
The prices of goods, food, vegetables, and basic materials were unbearably high. A kilo of tomatoes reached about $40. We do not know how we were able to endure all those difficult days until the day finally came when the dream of returning home to the northern sector became a reality.
We returned, but we wished we had not. We were shocked by the extent of the destruction. We did not recognize our city. Everything had changed. We could not find roads to reach our home. The destruction was beyond imagination. Sadness engulfed all the family members. “Where are we? Did we really live here?” we asked ourselves.
Now, we need some money to be able to buy the necessities of life and start again.
Sam HJ
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