My family represented everything beautiful in my life. We lived in Gaza a life filled with joy and happiness. We gathered for every occasion, whether it was a celebration or an ordinary day. Laughter filled our home, and we shared beautiful moments of fun and play. We would go together to the club, enjoy meals together, and cherish the wonderful times that connected us as one family.
In those days, happiness was a part of our daily life. My mother would prepare the most delicious dishes while we helped her in the kitchen, exchanging stories and jokes. We had beautiful traditions, like having breakfast together on holidays and enjoying our games in the garden. We lived in a world full of hope, dreaming of a bright future.
But the war came mercilessly and changed everything. The tranquility turned into fear, and our homes and dreams were shattered. My family lost everything, and we became scattered. We no longer had the basic resources of food and drink. Life became increasingly difficult, and we faced new challenges every day.
The beautiful memories that once connected us turned into a painful longing. There were no longer gatherings at home, nor laughter in the garden. The times of play and outings had left us, replaced by a constant anxiety and fear of what tomorrow would bring. We tried to adapt to the new situation, but the pain and loss weighed heavily on us.
ูุญู ุดุฑุทุฉ VolCel.ุจูุงุกุง ุนูู ุชุนููู ุงุช ุงูููุฆุฉ ูุชุฑููุฌ ูุฃูุนุงุจ ุงูููุฏูู ู ุงูููู ุนู ุงูุฌูุณ ูุฑุฌูุง ุงูุฅุจุชุนุงุฏ ุนู ุฃู ุฃููุงุฑ ุฌูุณูุฉ ู ุงูุญูุงุธ ุนูู ุญููุงูุงุชูู ุงูู ูููููุฉ ุญุชู ููู ุงูุญุณุงุจ. ุงุชููุง ุงูููุ ุฅูู ูุง ุชุฑุงู ูููู ูุฑุงู.