Help my family and evacuate out of Gaza and rebuild their life

"From death womb comes life," I wonder if that title can describe a part of my tragic story.

This is Israa Safi -Twenty-three year old woman. I am going to narrate a little of what we are suffering in this violent war.

Please, try to put yourself in my place and tell me what you will do in that situation. Then, you can provide support for me and my family.

About my family:

My lovely family consists of 3: my husband, my doughter, and me.

I married my husband-Mohammed-on the fifteenth of July. He works as an accountant in malls. We live with each other in a very beautiful house in which we live moments of laughter and love.

On the twenty-eight of April, I became a mom for the apple of my eye Toqa. She is ten months old. Sadly, she has grown up in the war.

About my story:

On the tenth of October at 8:00p.m., we had heared heavy shellings suddenly and the smoke filled the home. We quickly went down to the ground floor and the fear filled our hearts. The bombing was constantly heared. It didn't stope. We can't leave the house at that time. We were surrounded in the house. We can barely catch our breath. We used pillows as covers for our heads to save ourselves from any danger. The bombing hadn't ended yet. We felt that we will be dead that day. My husband hugged me and my daughter as if it was the last time he would see us. The minutes passed so slowly. The minutes was like a day. The parts of home fell on our heads. That moments was so horrible. At 12:00a.m., the sound of bombing began to decrease. At that time, we decided to leave the place. We were shoked of how the neighbourhood looked. It was destroyed completely and we survived with a miracle. With some bags on our backs in the midnight, my husband catched my hand and ran in a hurry with the heard bombs on cumulus destroyed houses. We went Khanyounis as a "safe place." Then, we went Rafah where we suffer severance the electricity, the shortage of water, and precious of prices.

On the second of February, we are received news that our house was completely destroyed. My memories passed  before my eyes and yearning tears dropped. How difficult is it to yearn for something that no longer exists? I remembered my beautiful house in which I took care of every corner. After this news, I felt that my life is stopped. I wonder even if the war ends, where we will live and how the life will be. Honestly, I don't know their answers.

As well, it's important to mention that this is the 150th day of the war and I haven't met my mom and dad even once. That exacerbates of my suffering and pains each fiber of my being.

Please, try to give me a ray of hope to keep on and not to give up. As much as possible, provide the donations to rebuild my house again. Your contribution means creating a better reality and a brighter future for my wonderful family.