Help Jana’s Family survive the genocide in Gaza

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Help Jana Survive the War in Gaza

Hi , I am Jana from Gaza.

I am 15 years Old

When I tell you my story and I feel very sad .

I write it with my eyes full of tears.

My father works as a doctor in a hospital, but because of the war, he risks his life to save the life of another patient.

He goes to work in dangerous areas where there is an occupation.

My brother, Mohammed, is studying medicine in Egypt.

It has been more than three years since we have seen him, and he has not paid his university fees or housing fees yet. He is sad and afraid of losing us.❤️‍

My sister was studying hard to finish high school, but because of the war, she has not finished yet. She is studying, but she does not have the energy because of the lack of food and the bad housing.

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My little brother Anas and leen lines up every day from 6 am until he stands in line for water, and then he carries 100 liters of water in his hands. Imagine that a little child who is not yet 10 years old carries this weight of water, and then he leaves، They stand in lines for bread to be baked on the fire and it takes hours. What a suffering for a child. Put your daughter in her place. And my little brother Anas risks his life by going to American aid so he can get a kilo of pasta, but he cannot because he is young.

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This difference between our food before and our food after the war is for 10 people, most of whom are children. This food make us sick and make our body very week We are death weekly plz help us even one dollar it can make the difference

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When we reached Qizan Al-Najjar in Khan Yunis, the occupation forced us to move for the third time to Al-Mawasi, where the occupation was sending us warning messages and bombing the neighborhoods and neighboring houses with its missilesThen, because there was no gasoline for our car, as it was expensive and we did not have the money, we left it in Qizan al-Najjar and left most of our belongings and were forced to move on foot from the east of the city to its west, a walk of about 7 hours.

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My little sister, Leen, suffers from malnutrition. She takes medicine and asks me every day when the war will end. I eat and I don’t know what to answer. I keep quiet, then I hear the sound of bombing and bullets, and she keeps quiet and goes to sleep, hungry and afraid

Our house was completely destroyed. We are homeless. My house had everything beautiful. We left everything. I am sad. Who will compensate us for this loss?

I live in a dilapidated tent that is blazing hot in the summer and torn in the winter, drowning us. Imagine that I wake up and find myself soaked from the heavy rain, not to mention the cold and the lack of clothes to protect us

I missed my room so much that I drew it while crying. I’m sorry that I didn’t draw it well, but I love it. I hope it comes back one day

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Every Bit Helps Your donation brings us closer to safety, dignity, and healing. Every share spreads our story. Every kind word gives us strength. Thank you for your compassion. Together, we can make a difference.

A message from Jana’s heart❤️‍ : The genocide is still ongoing here in Gaza, and my family is still suffering the horrors of war—hunger, siege, destruction, and bombardment. It’s as if the whole world has united to betray the people of Gaza. As if the sight of our children and women dying has become normal. As if the conscience of the entire world has died. Today, I am here to scream and scream, hoping I might awaken your conscience, hoping I might awaken your humanity. Tell me, what crime did my little sister Leen commit to be deprived of the most basic necessities of life—food and water? What did he do to be denied a home to shelter him, or a school to educate him ?

What did Leen do to be stripped of the innocence of his childhood? Save leen’s childhood, all of you with living consciences,

all of you whose hearts still carry humanity

Urgent Update From Jana The genocide has returned to Gaza once again, but this time it is different — as if it were the horrors of the Day of Judgment. A never-ending stream of the martyrs’ blood. Children killed in their Eid clothes, medics executed in cold blood, journalists burned alive in front of TV cameras.

And the world remains in a terrifying silence. We are being exterminated in Gaza, and the world does nothing. At the beginning of the war, I lost my grandma, Homdi. , Our home was completely destroyed. For a full year, my family and I have been displaced, living in a tent — a tent that tears when the winter wind blows and turns into an oven under the summer sun. We have been displaced several times in search of safety, but never found it. Yes, the war returned. A new evacuation order came to our devastated city of Rafah. We were displaced once again, and the journey of suffering began again. We fled under bombing, under relentless death. We fled knowing there is no safe place in Gaza. Then came the terrible night when tents around us were bombed. The scattered body parts — it was an unbearably painful moment that will never be forgotten. Since that night, my younger sister Leen can only fall asleep trembling in my arms, whispering to me: “Jana, I don’t want to die. Hide me.”

For the sake of leen’s survival, and for the sake of my family — be by our side. Donate, even a little. Because even a little can be a lifeline for my family, who are enduring hunger, oppression, and genocide in Gaza.

After the ceasefire, Dina went back to see her home to find that it had been completely destroyed by the occupation

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