I haven’t slept in days. Fear and despair are consuming me. The sound of tanks grows closer day by day, and the areas around us are being besieged one after another. It feels like we are next. I'm not afraid for my own life… but the fear for my family is tearing me apart. I feel.

There is now only one street separating us from the advancing tanks and military forces!!.The sound of clashes is getting closer, and stray bullets have already started hitting the walls of our home. My family and I are now trapped, and the situation is getting more dangerous by.

I don't know how this night passed. The worst night I’ve lived through since the war began… maybe the worst in my entire life. Everything was terrifying in a way I can’t explain. We were breathing gunpowder. Literally. The air was full of smoke, fire, and blood. The.

Here I am, at twenty-one, staying up late to write my will. I will never forgive.

I was at the market today. Everything seemed normal. Suddenly, I saw a man running through the crowd. He looked panicked, his eyes filled with tears. He was holding his phone, trying to make a call, and kept repeating in a trembling, broken voice:."Oh God, please don’t let it be.

Until this moment, I’m shocked and can’t believe it. How can five children be killed just because they went out searching for something as simple as “water”?.How does this news pass by the world as if it means nothing to anyone?.Five children, none older than thirteen. They.

49,000 orphans in Gaza,.which is approximately 2.33% of the population.

Here in Gaza, we have become an open testing ground for the world's weapons. Anyone who wants to test their weapon’s power comes to try it on our bodies. There is almost no weapon in this world that hasn’t been used against us - from smart bombs to banned munitions, from drones.

My mind has completely shut down. I’ve become unable to make any decisions. People around me are leaving one by one, fleeing to the south of the Gaza Strip to escape death that looms from every direction - and I’m still here, unable to secure a tent to shelter my family. The.

I have been displaced more than 12 times during this war. Each time was more brutal than the last - as if we are being forced to walk through hell again and again. Imagine being forced to carry whatever is left of your home on your back, stepping into the streets with no.

I was forced along with my family to go down to the stairwell at this late hour hoping it would be safer trying to take shelter from the rockets falling on us we sit in silence waiting for our unknown fate thank you for the silence cursed world goodbye….

I tried to hold back my tears as I filmed this scene. My city, once full of life, has become abandoned and broken. The streets that used to be filled with hope are now covered in rubble. People are lost, wandering with no direction, and children stand in long lines for food and

Unfortunately, our chances of survival decrease every day. Each day, the tanks advance toward us more than the day before. I’m not asking for luxury for my family-I’m asking for their survival. We don’t know what awaits us tomorrow: death or arrest. Share this tweet-maybe someone.

In every war around the world, civilians are given a chance to escape -a path to safety, to a third country, to life. Except for us in Gaza. We are the only ones left trapped face-to-face with death. No crossings, no safe corridors, not even a moment to breathe. For two years,.

I woke up terrified just a short while ago to the sound of violent explosions tearing through the night. Three booby-trapped reports detonated in the Al-Sabra neighborhood, just one kilometer away-but the force was so intense that the ground beneath us shook, as if an earthquake.

The last picture of Missak in this harsh and unfair life, she endured the suffering of childhood in all its cruelty, and never received the innocence and joy that any child in this world deserves. She lived alone amidst the silence of pain, and her simple dreams were never meant

It was a day that we will never forget. We received the news of the martyrdom of our friend’s daughter, the little girl Mask, who hadn’t yet completed her eighth year. She dreamed of becoming a doctor, but she was martyred while baking bread for her family. Her only crime was her

No donations, no concern for my family's life.Thank you….

What truly saddens me is not just what we went through last night, but the feeling that no one saw, no one heard - as if we were dying in silence, and no one cared. We survived by a miracle we don’t understand, a divine miracle only, without explanation… because everything.

We are still trapped in the north. The internet may go down soon. If you see our photos on the news among the martyrs, please don’t forget us in your prayers. If you’re scrolling, PLEASE leave a dot.

WE ARE BEING SUBJECTED TO A REAL GENOCIDE AT THIS VERY MOMENT !!!