My name is Mysa. I am a wife, a mother, and a woman who has lived through the horrors of war in Gaza. I had a simple life, filled with love for my husband and children, but everything changed when the war came. One night, the bombs hit, and the ground trembled. Our home collapsed around us. I woke up in darkness, surrounded by rubble, but all I could think of was my family. I found my husband, hurt but alive. My children were okay too, but our home—our life—was destroyed. We had nothing left, and we couldn't stay there. The violence was closing in. I had to get my family out. “Please, someone help us!” I cried out, my voice breaking. "We need to escape! We can't stay here anymore!" In the midst of the chaos, strangers helped us, offering food, water, and directions to the border. We moved through the streets, the air thick with smoke, not knowing what would happen next. But I had to keep going, for my husband, for my children, for their future. After what felt like forever, we reached a refugee camp. It was far from perfect, but it was safe. We were alive. Even though everything we had was gone, I promised myself I would keep fighting for my family’s safety, for a better future. One day, I believe peace will return to Gaza, and we’ll be able to rebuild our lives, free from fear.
