Help me and my Family Stay Alive in Gaza
Netherlands
October 7 was not an ordinary day. It was a nightmare of 12 months up until this moment.
We are a family of 7 people. We were living a life full of happiness, contentment, and peace of mind. We were not missing anything. It was our time to study and work. We had a beautiful house in which we lived as if we owned the entire world. I aspired to be a doctor for my people’s wounds, to serve my country and be an effective person in my community.
The Beginnings of War
Then October 7 came, the day that turned our entire lives around and changed its course. We were sleeping in safety, waiting for six o’clock to go to our school, but we woke up to strange sounds that we had never witnessed before, bombing from all directions. The sounds of warplanes of all kinds have invaded the skies of our country, the sound of shells and bullets raining down on our heads, as if the apocalypse had occurred overnight. It turned our lives upside down, and here was the catastrophe. All residents of the Gaza Strip had to evacuate from their homes and head south.
We told ourselves where to go, to leave everything we own. We leave behind what we have gained during all the years of our lives. After great silence, we decided to leave our homes and head to the shelter centers in Tal al-Hawa. We went there, jumping off the bodies of the martyrs scattered here and there. We saw the body parts and the injured, and we could do nothing but save ourselves from the horror of what we saw. We arrived at Tal al-Hawa and sat there 4 days of the most difficult days of our lives. Every minute we were exposed to death. The sounds of bombing. The screams of children. The wailing of women did not stop, even for a second. We suffered bitterly. There was no food, no water, and no medicine. Even the bathroom was shared for all the displaced, but the urgent need was what forced us to use it.
Displaced Again…
After that, the occupation also did not leave us alone. Rather, we were forced to go to the south, otherwise the school would be bombed above our heads. Because of the difficulty and lack of transportation and because my grandmother is old, my father decided that I, my mother, and my sisters should go to the south first to ensure safety for my grandmother and my sisters. He and my older brother remained in Tal al-Hawa.
On our way to the south, the occupation bombed a truck transporting the displaced in front of our eyes, and it was then scattered. Body parts and bodies in the sky and fell above us, in front of us, and on the sides of the roads. It was very, very difficult moments. We saw death over and over until we reached the Nuseirat camp in the Central Governorate. We did not know that it would be the last means of transportation and then we would be separated from northern Gaza, where our birthplace is. We arrived there and sat in a school to shelter the displaced. It was a very difficult night because we left my brother and father in Gaza. We did not sleep that night, not for fear of the bombing, but for fear that we would not meet with them again. But on the second day, they came to us with my uncles and aunts, their children, and the rest of our family members. We all sat in the school, which lacks the minimum necessities of life.
There was no water, no electricity, no services, and no health facilities. We found it very difficult to obtain everything. We were approximately 40 people in one room sharing the hardships of life. We barely obtained some assistance from the competent authorities, which was not enough to satisfy our thirst and hunger. For the third time, we were not spared from… The occupation’s treachery, after 3 months the occupation bombed the school’s surroundings and the streets adjacent to it with its signal to evacuate. Immediately from the area we also left, leaving everything we had bought to once again preserve our lives. We decided to leave despite the difficulty of transportation and its prohibitive cost. We only found a horse-drawn cart that transported us from the camp. Al-Nuseirat to Deir Al-Balah there. There was no shelter, no house, no tent, and not even a wall to lean on. The displaced people there insisted on receiving us until we healed our wounds and regained the strength we had lost.
Our Conditions…
We sat with them for two days without blinking an eye, until my father and uncles set up tents next to each other. The tent was made of nylon and cloth that did not protect us from the cold of winter. We felt a cold that we had never experienced before. The tent was small. We are 7 people, and it does not exceed 4 meters. It contains all the amenities from a kitchen, sleeping, living, and even a bathroom. We hope that we will live in it for a few days and the war will end, but it extended until we lived in these tents.
The summer is also unbearable heat, all kinds of insects and reptiles, contagious and dangerous skin diseases have spread. We entered the month. The tenth of war. We lived through all the seasons of the year. Our whole lives consist of how we obtain water and food. How we provide the minimum necessities of life. We have lost everything we own, our home, our money, our land, and our lives. All of this is while we are waiting to wake up from this nightmare. Everyone is looking forward to the future, but my family and I just want to get our old life back. We want to regain everything we lost. Our dreams, hopes and ambitions. Give us back only our past…
Please help us
We beg you and every person with a living conscience to extend a helping hand and help us so that we can obtain food, medicine and food for us and our family.
We hope that you will help us to rebuild our destroyed home. We will be thankful. your. For your great kindness, we pray to God that what happened to us will not happen to you and that you will never be in our sad place.
Brenda Van Dijk
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Product Description
Netherlands
October 7 was not an ordinary day. It was a nightmare of 12 months up until this moment.
We are a family of 7 people. We were living a life full of happiness, contentment, and peace of mind. We were not missing anything. It was our time to study and work. We had a beautiful house in which we lived as if we owned the entire world. I aspired to be a doctor for my people’s wounds, to serve my country and be an effective person in my community.
The Beginnings of War
Then October 7 came, the day that turned our entire lives around and changed its course. We were sleeping in safety, waiting for six o’clock to go to our school, but we woke up to strange sounds that we had never witnessed before, bombing from all directions. The sounds of warplanes of all kinds have invaded the skies of our country, the sound of shells and bullets raining down on our heads, as if the apocalypse had occurred overnight. It turned our lives upside down, and here was the catastrophe. All residents of the Gaza Strip had to evacuate from their homes and head south.
We told ourselves where to go, to leave everything we own. We leave behind what we have gained during all the years of our lives. After great silence, we decided to leave our homes and head to the shelter centers in Tal al-Hawa. We went there, jumping off the bodies of the martyrs scattered here and there. We saw the body parts and the injured, and we could do nothing but save ourselves from the horror of what we saw. We arrived at Tal al-Hawa and sat there 4 days of the most difficult days of our lives. Every minute we were exposed to death. The sounds of bombing. The screams of children. The wailing of women did not stop, even for a second. We suffered bitterly. There was no food, no water, and no medicine. Even the bathroom was shared for all the displaced, but the urgent need was what forced us to use it.
Displaced Again…
After that, the occupation also did not leave us alone. Rather, we were forced to go to the south, otherwise the school would be bombed above our heads. Because of the difficulty and lack of transportation and because my grandmother is old, my father decided that I, my mother, and my sisters should go to the south first to ensure safety for my grandmother and my sisters. He and my older brother remained in Tal al-Hawa.
On our way to the south, the occupation bombed a truck transporting the displaced in front of our eyes, and it was then scattered. Body parts and bodies in the sky and fell above us, in front of us, and on the sides of the roads. It was very, very difficult moments. We saw death over and over until we reached the Nuseirat camp in the Central Governorate. We did not know that it would be the last means of transportation and then we would be separated from northern Gaza, where our birthplace is. We arrived there and sat in a school to shelter the displaced. It was a very difficult night because we left my brother and father in Gaza. We did not sleep that night, not for fear of the bombing, but for fear that we would not meet with them again. But on the second day, they came to us with my uncles and aunts, their children, and the rest of our family members. We all sat in the school, which lacks the minimum necessities of life.
There was no water, no electricity, no services, and no health facilities. We found it very difficult to obtain everything. We were approximately 40 people in one room sharing the hardships of life. We barely obtained some assistance from the competent authorities, which was not enough to satisfy our thirst and hunger. For the third time, we were not spared from… The occupation’s treachery, after 3 months the occupation bombed the school’s surroundings and the streets adjacent to it with its signal to evacuate. Immediately from the area we also left, leaving everything we had bought to once again preserve our lives. We decided to leave despite the difficulty of transportation and its prohibitive cost. We only found a horse-drawn cart that transported us from the camp. Al-Nuseirat to Deir Al-Balah there. There was no shelter, no house, no tent, and not even a wall to lean on. The displaced people there insisted on receiving us until we healed our wounds and regained the strength we had lost.
Our Conditions…
We sat with them for two days without blinking an eye, until my father and uncles set up tents next to each other. The tent was made of nylon and cloth that did not protect us from the cold of winter. We felt a cold that we had never experienced before. The tent was small. We are 7 people, and it does not exceed 4 meters. It contains all the amenities from a kitchen, sleeping, living, and even a bathroom. We hope that we will live in it for a few days and the war will end, but it extended until we lived in these tents.
The summer is also unbearable heat, all kinds of insects and reptiles, contagious and dangerous skin diseases have spread. We entered the month. The tenth of war. We lived through all the seasons of the year. Our whole lives consist of how we obtain water and food. How we provide the minimum necessities of life. We have lost everything we own, our home, our money, our land, and our lives. All of this is while we are waiting to wake up from this nightmare. Everyone is looking forward to the future, but my family and I just want to get our old life back. We want to regain everything we lost. Our dreams, hopes and ambitions. Give us back only our past…
Please help us
We beg you and every person with a living conscience to extend a helping hand and help us so that we can obtain food, medicine and food for us and our family.
We hope that you will help us to rebuild our destroyed home. We will be thankful. your. For your great kindness, we pray to God that what happened to us will not happen to you and that you will never be in our sad place.
Brenda Van Dijk
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