“I never imagined that the sounds of destruction would invade my life with such cruelty, but they did. One dreadful morning, the army stormed into our home in Gaza, armed with weapons of devastation as if they had come to strip us of everything. They broke through our doors without mercy, tampered with our precious belongings, and left a deep scar in every corner. My university books, the dreams I had built page by page, were stacked on the shelves of my room, waiting for the day I would celebrate my graduation, but they left them with no chance.

It wasn’t long before I heard the deafening explosion. A tank shell had destroyed our home, turning it into rubble. I watched my dreams scatter, and my academic life, which I had worked so hard for, collapsed in an instant. I lost my university studies and the hope I clung to. My wedding day, that moment I had eagerly awaited, was lost too. There was no longer a home to celebrate in, nor a place to hold the happy memories.

Today, I stand here, under the mercy of the sky, between ruins and pain, pleading with compassionate hearts to give me a glimmer of hope. Your support is what I need now to rebuild what the war destroyed, to piece back together my shattered life, and to start anew despite the agony. Every donation, no matter how small, will bring hope and restore part of my lost dreams.”

My name is Aya Muhammad. I was born and raised in Gaza, where I lived a simple life filled with hope and ambition. From a young age, I dreamed of making a positive change in my community and achieving a dignified life for my family. I studied commerce at Al-Azhar University in Gaza, looking forward to graduating and starting my journey toward independence. During my studies, I met my husband, Muhammad, and our love story grew with hope as we planned to build a home and life together.

We were preparing for our marriage, spending time setting up our home and choosing the furniture we had always dreamed of. We shared beautiful moments dining in Gaza’s restaurants, walking along the beach, and enjoying peaceful times with our families, where life was full of joy and hope.

Then, suddenly, war erupted, turning our lives upside down. Our home was destroyed, forcing us to flee from Beit Hanoun in northern Gaza to the south, where we found ourselves living in a cold tent during the harsh winter. We lost our jobs and our source of income, and the dreams we had built together disappeared. As we faced repeated displacement, we moved from streets to open areas, with no choice but to endure the difficult conditions imposed upon us.

During this time, my husband lost some of his family members, and we endured the grief of losing loved ones and neighbors day by day. My father became bedridden after suffering paralysis, without access to the necessary medical care. These hardships weighed heavily on us, and despite the limited aid we receive, we try to stay strong and make it through each day.

Today, I share my story with the world, hoping our voices reach those who can help us rebuild our lives and support us as we strive to overcome this tragedy. My story is more than words; it is a call for support and a hope for building a better future.

To donate and support us, please visit the following link https://gofund.me/1222af19

In a small home that was once filled with warmth and joy, I lived with my family. We built it with our hard work and dedication, and despite its simplicity, it was everything to us—a witness to all the beautiful moments of our lives. But one day, as the golden sun was setting, the occupation forces arrived to shatter our dreams and destroy everything. They stormed into our home, broke our furniture, and destroyed our memories. Then the artillery came, and shells fell on our house until it was reduced to rubble.

Our lives changed completely that fateful day. We were forced to flee, searching for shelter to protect our children from the cold and fear. My children, who were used to playing and laughing, are now frightened by every explosion and plane in the sky. The dreams we once saw ahead of us were shattered, and our hopes for a better future have faded. Now, all we have left are memories that haunt us with an endless ache.

We launched a donation campaign on GoFundMe, hoping to rebuild our lives again. I hope our story touches your hearts and that you can extend a helping hand, whether by donating or sharing our story; every bit of support, no matter how small, means the world to us in our struggle to overcome this hardship. https://gofund.me/1222af19

Watch what the Israeli army did to my home in northern Gaza. It destroyed my life and my family's. 😞💔