Evacuate my 7 family members from Gaza to Egypt

I am Muhammad. Before the war, I used to open the door of our large home every morning. Our garden was green, our rooms spacious, and my five younger siblings – Menna, Alma, Massa, Rahaf – would run around laughing. We travelled. We bought what we wanted. We lived a dignified life by any standard.

We never needed anyone. We gave and helped others.

Then the war came. The home my father built over years.. disappeared in seconds. The garden became rubble. The children's rooms became dust. Today, all we own is a worn-out tent on barren ground. We sleep on one thin mattress, wake u...