The story began suddenly; we woke up to the sound of deafening rockets and violent explosions shaking the ground. These loud screams haven't stopped until now, and fear ran deep within us with every new roar.
Then came the shocking news: we had to leave our homes immediately and evacuate south towards Rafah. The orders were clear; everything in the north was vulnerable to bombing and invasion. We ventured out amidst growing tension, carrying a faint hope that we would return to our homes within two or three days, but reality was harsher than we imagined.
On our way, civilian evacuees were subjected to targeted attacks, and innocent victims fell everywhere. We reached Rafah, a city where we knew no one. We began to build our tents amidst the sand and stones, in a desperate attempt to create a temporary shelter that would protect us from the flames of conflict and its fierce winds.
We are today on day 215 of the war, and the attacks do not stop, the situation is heading towards genocide, dispersal, and displacement. We have no shelter, and everything we had has been bombed, and there are no words to describe the magnitude of the collapse we are suffering and the suffering we are going through. We are in danger, and at any moment we may lose our lives.
But the tent, despite its simplicity, was not enough to protect us from the cold nights and the heat of the day.
The conditions were harsh, and the suffering was immense, as we had only a few resources and equipment to sustain us.
All the people ask?
Where is the next hell? There is no interface and no clear way.
Please help me evacuate from G@za before they enter Rafah.
I do not want to die here