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For the past two and a half hours, the area near us in Khan Younis has turned into a terrifying scene of death and fear. Explosions from every direction have shaken the ground and filled our hearts with terror. 💔 I was away from home, far from my little daughter Rafif, my wife, and my family. Before this nightmare began, my wife was teaching Rafif how to count, trying to create one beautiful moment in her stolen childhood. But suddenly, those innocent moments turned into screams, fear, and terror with every explosion. I desperately tried to rush home, not for anything else, but simply to be beside my little girl and my family, to hold them in my arms and reassure them, while death continues to follow us every moment of our lives. If we die, or if one day you stop hearing from us, please, I beg you, don’t forget us… Remember that here in Gaza, there was a little girl named Rafif whose only dream was to grow up safely and learn her numbers without the sound of explosions interrupting her childhood. Remember that Rafif and her family begged the world, again and again, to save them and evacuate them to a safe country where children do not have to live in fear of death. Please, help us escape Gaza before Rafif’s name becomes nothing more than a memory. 💔