“I no longer have the strength to write , these may be my last words, Hunger is slowly killing me, and malnutrition is eating away at my body until I see death closer than ever before..
My family and I only eat once every two weeks, and the rest of the days we live on water and salt, But even that doesn't save us.. Diseases and complications are increasing, and every day we lose part of our lives..
I swear to you, starvation is the most horrible and cruel kind of death, I have pleaded with you many times, I begged you to help us before it's too late, but it seems that we have to die first so that you will believe that we are really starving..
If you don't help us today, tomorrow we may not find anyone to write to..
Help us now , before regret is the only thing you have left after we're gone..”
I consider Rayan my friend, although we haven’t spoken much, we are both 20 but living in completely different worlds.
I asked her about her situations, and when I have replied in response “that’s so fucked up.” She often replied with, “It's harder and worse than you can imagine.”
Again, her and her family is only eating once every two weeks. She travels 5km daily to bring home seawater, to drink. She told me, “When I receive donations from my own campaign for my association to distribute life necessities to displaced families here in my camp, we get clean drinking water.
She told me, “Thieves and evil merchants steal humanitarian aid and sell it to us at the highest possible prices here in the market. They are bandits who steal humanitarian aid that comes to us from abroad and sell it to us at the highest possible prices here on the black market.“
At least some of these are Israelis that Israel lets in once in a while with necessities, and scam the Gazans. Beyond despicable.
Please help my friend through any and all means you can, This is her page on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/iam.not.number
https://paypal.me/RayanNajjar2004 https://chuffed.org/project/128459-help-rayan-and-her-family-escape-the-war-in-gaza
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