Reham’s Story: A Gaza Mother, Now in Jordan

Reham is a mother from Gaza who is now in Jordan for treatment. This is her story, in her own words.

Every morning, I wake up early and reach for my daughters. I want to brush their hair and get them ready for school. Then reality hits me. They are not here. They are gone.

Three little butterflies used to flutter around me, filling my life with movement and joy. In a single moment, all three were gone.

We were a simple family: my husband, me, and our three daughters. My whole world revolved around them: their laughter, their tiny requests, the small everyday moments I lived for.

On September 24, 2025, everything changed.

Our home was struck. In a matter of moments, I lost my three daughters, my mother, and my brothers and sisters. Eleven people I loved were taken from me in a single strike.

The last image I have of my girls, the one I will carry forever, is of them wrapped in white shrouds. I never imagined I would see them that way.

I survived, but I am not the same person. I lost my leg, and I still go from one surgery to the next, living with pain and endless treatment. But losing my leg is nothing compared to what I carry in my soul. When my daughters died, my spirit died with them, and so did the meaning of my life. For a long time, I could not find a reason to go on.

Even the color pink, my daughters’ favorite color, became too painful to look at.

I was a university student studying Islamic education, with so many dreams ahead of me. After the strike, I had to leave it all behind. In one moment, I lost everything: my children, my mother, my siblings, my home, my studies, and the life I once knew.

After a long and exhausting journey, I finally reached Jordan for treatment. Now I am learning how to live with a loss I never could have imagined. It is my faith in God that gives me the strength to keep going.

Read about FAJR’s medical evacuations from Gaza and the MedEvac program, or see FAJR in Jordan.