I wish, I wish with all my heart, that we could get out of here, but I want to live these days. I don't want to be waiting for an exit and put my life on hold. I've been waiting for two years. These are the days of my life and my youth, and I must seize them, learn, and help my family.

I don't know if you remember, I'm from Rafah and of course we were displaced and we've been living in tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis for about two years, but unfortunately the area I live in is close to the presence of tanks, so it's considered dangerous, but no other place.

I can't find the words to express it. I truly know how criminal they are and how unjust this world is. We are the victims and the oppressed. I surrender, and we are about to die.

I wish I could get out as soon as possible. The situation is only getting worse.

But really, can they accept this? I don’t know, but I really despaired a lot after two years of death that there is someone or a government that cares about us.

You don't know I don't just want a way out I want to have food at least that will make me feel alive but now everything is closed and all roads are blocked.

But did you know that every now and then a very simple ray of hope is born, as happened when a relative of mine was able to get out through a school scholarship.

A young father

Hello. I am still young, but the war has turned me into an old man with the heart of a peace-loving person. My Palestinian identity bears witness to the war and its effects, which remain a scar I suffer from every day. I was displaced more than 18 times due to evacuation orders sent to us by the Israeli army, carrying a small bag in which I had packed all the dreams I once wished to achieve, but the war shattered them all, leaving behind a pile of rubble.

The situation I live in in Gaza is terrifying. Death is close to me at every moment. The sounds of explosions are terrifying. Only time separates me from death. I have a small dream: to live without fear, pain, or hunger. For peace to touch my heart one day. I have a strong desire for her to save a human being from the midst of this killing and destruction. This is my only wish: to spend the rest of my life in safety and peace.

I am in touch with my dear friend, (in Wales), a lover of humanity and peace. She is a great person who has made me strong and resilient despite the harsh conditions I live in. You instilled in me hope for life. When the second truce began, my parents and I planted vegetables and distributed them to the displaced, using our agricultural expertise. We served many displaced families, supplying them with vegetables during their most hungry times. Now, in Khan Yunis, I have planted peppers that are growing well, and I am working to provide some food for my family through self-sufficiency. I seek to participate with all displaced families in quelling their hunger, and for the war to end soon. Our humanity unites us as human beings.

I dream a lot of reaching the UK. I was enrolled at the Oxford Gaza English Center, but the war broke out and destroyed everything. I would like to extend my sincere thanks to everyone who held a lamp for us during our difficult days 🫂❤

Mother cut off from her husband and children trapped in Gaza

Now my husband is preparing to move again. Unfortunately, they are preparing for migration, displacement and a journey in search of life again. Gaza evacuation order At night, random targeting occurs

‘Your invitation is noble and sublime. Thank you for trying for us and helping us to meet our families again and to get up and start life.

I hope it will succeed so that we can move on to another world and another life full of security, safety and peace of mind.

An anecdote from the evacuation trail

Her son walked, looking for his father, and stopped on the ground. At the head of the street, we noticed that he was limping on his feet, so she said, "We were sleeping in the street last night, and a car that had no lights or brakes ran over all of our feet."

Regarding her other son, who was wrapped in cloth, she said, "We were trapped inside our house a week ago, which burned down completely while we were inside. We got out with difficulty."

One of the people there offered a place to pitch their tent, and the mother said, "While we were sleeping on the road between Al-Mawasi and Deir Al-Balah last night, a thief stole our wood and tarpaulins."

While we were talking, the husband came and sat in one of the people's tents, and we provided them with the food and drink they needed until morning."

A family trapped by fire sold their phones to escape death into the unknown. They slept in the streets and on the roads for three nights. A car ran over their feet while they were sleeping in the street. The thief stole the only the wood and nylon they possessed, they fled thousands of meters, walking on tired, wounded, and broken feet.

This is not an appeal. This is the story of one family among the 450,000 displaced from Gaza City toward the south.

Husband and Father

We were not born to be fuel for the fantasies of politicians. We are human beings who long for safety and dignity - not for a slow death wrapped in slogans and false promises.

I believe in Palestine, but I can no longer believe in those who have turned us into expandable tools in endless, self-serving battles.

Therefore, I express my sincere desire to leave the Gaza strip safely in an attempt to survive a suffocating reality that has stripped life of its meaning - and where no viable means remain for my family and me to endure with dignity. 

Young mother

We only want not to stay as refugee all our lives. I love my home, I love my land. I hope it happens but if not, I will go to another peaceful country to rebuild a life, and a career and start from zero to raise my child and complete my life story with my husband.

I don’t sleep well, I don’t eat well, I can’t stop exploring the solutions to reach his health but I will be n touch with you. I do appreciate your efforts, you are mothers, you are working women, and you have the same that I have. You have the determination that if I was in your place and you were in my place, I’d do the same, because this is democracy, this is women.

You did many things for us, I will not forget that and I will tell the story to my son when he grows up. I will tell him everything, your names, name by name, and your efforts. I think the world is saved when some people like you are standing there doing that. I hope can provide your country as you provided us.

Mechanical engineer, speaks  Arabic, English, Chinese 

My hope to feel safe again. I hope to live in somewhere and feel that I’m at home.
Since the war started we didn’t feel that feeling. We didn’t feel that we are safe. Death and darkness surrounded us.

Of course i will leave here. And i hope this happens very soon.
I appreciate what you are doing for helping my people here in Gaza.

Mousa on His Kids Trimmed

We have suffered for two whole years, witnessing the worst kinds of torment, injustice, killing, and deprivation in every aspect of life. Our lives have become meaningless, and our children have no home or future.

 I can hardly find words worthy of describing the situation. I have four children, the eldest of whom is Osama, who is nine years old. He suffers from chronic pulmonary fibrosis and is in urgent need of treatment. I have a second child, Anas, who is seven years old, as well as my daughter Sham, who is five years old, as well as my son Majd, who is two and a half years old. Everything we own has been lost and has become ashes. My children need clothes that will protect them from heat and cold. We are on the cusp of winter and the cold is approaching. We still live in tents that do not protect against the cold or any heat, the cold there is extreme and the heat there is intense. 

We need to buy clothes urgently before winter. My children have become pale-faced. Their weight has decreased and they have no growth. They do not eat enough food to fill their empty stomachs. They need vegetables, fruits, and other things, and their prices cannot be purchased. We have gone through a period of famine. My children suffer from malnutrition. 

My son, Majd, the youngest, has been in the hospital for three days, suffering from malnutrition. There has been swelling in his feet, as well as yellowing in his face, and general weakness. He has had acute diarrhea for more than four months due to water and ocean pollution. He has had swelling in his stomach for four months. I am working on conducting tests for him, which are very expensive, to find out the causes. He is only two and a half years old. My children’s growth and physical structure are less than their ages due to lack of nutrition in general. 

There is no longer any form of disciplined face to face education here. Osama is in the fourth grade now, and he only studied the first grade. Anas is in the second grade, and he only studied for a month in the kindergarten. Sham this year in the kindergarten. Education here is done through some initiatives through unorganized education tents. My children are suffering from illiteracy due to the lack of schools. 

The war has destroyed my children’s future. If I talk about playing, then in the nature of the circumstances children tend to go to parks and other public games or games at home. As for us in Gaza, childhood has disappeared and there is no place for parks or other places for children to play. My children play with some canned goods and leftover food. They tie them up in some way. They provide some kind of games. My children need games that help develop memory and train the mind to think. Likewise, my children and the rest of Gaza’s children play with each other. Glass balls or they make a sponge ball and play with it, creating their smile despite its loss, in the hope that my children, my children, and the children of Gaza will live like the rest of the children in the world and that they will obtain their legitimate rights. 

My children are the pulse of my life. By God, I feel pain for them and for what happened to them.