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Life is unbearable. Please save my children; I don't want them to die in Gaza. If I don't survive, please don't forget them. Save them after I'm gone.❤️🙏
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يارب بقوتك وعظمتك أطفىء نار هذه الحرب 🤲🏻
و إني لا أملك إلا قلبي أتألم به يا ربّ
هو حيلتي ولسان يدعوا
اللهم أنجِ المستضعفين من عبادك
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صباح ثقيل تفوح منه رائحة الخذلان العربي
يا رب 🤲🏻
لطفك بعبادك الذين تُركوا وحدهم 😢💔
أنعي الأُمّة كما نعاها ابن الأثير من سبعمائة عام.
فيا ليت أمي لم تلدني.. ويا ليتني مت قبل هذا وكنت نسيًا منسيًّا.
نجى من مات والله ...نحن الهالكون إن لم يرحمنا اللّٰه 😢💔
Hello guys
I am Rozan Ayman Fathi, 24 years old
I ask you to read these lines and help me so that I can save my family
Consisting of 7 individuals
I live with my beloved family in the Gaza Strip, specifically in Gaza City. When the war began, we were displaced from our dear home and dearest to my heart to tents in the city of Rafah (we do not know whether it is still standing or whether it was demolished by bombings and shelling). We were always moving from one shelter to another seeking shelter. For protection, and when Rafah was invaded, we were displaced and moved again to tents in Mawasi Khan Yunis. We were very tired, especially my mother, as she is sick with diabetes and gallstones.
Life in a tent is torment, pain, and oppression, a life without the minimum necessities of life, where there is no bedding, no flooring, sand surrounds you from all sides, no sanitary facilities, no water, whether for bathing or cleaning, and no drinking water. There are no detergents. Canned food is scarce and of poor quality
We miss fresh food,
Very high temperatures inside and outside the tent
The spread of dangerous infectious diseases, insects, toxic organisms, and other difficult matters of life, in addition to the danger of bombing and death that lurks around us every minute..
Life is unbearable. Please save my children; I don't want them to die in Gaza. If I don't survive, please don't forget them. Save them after I'm gone.❤️🙏