My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

I was one of those pacifiers too. In turbulent, chaotic times (unfortunately too frequent) when everything was shrouded in misery, I would remind myself to nurture hope. Things won't be the same always, will they? This is what has been taught to us.

Until..

"For some people, time will never change", a friend once told me and it felt like a slap on my face.

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In the last week, three government colleges in the state of Karnataka refused entry to muslim girls because they were wearing hijabs.

Karnataka is ruled by the BJP, just a fyi

The girls were allowed to enter the premises yesterday BUT were seated in a separate room. OUTRIGHT DISCRIMINATION.

In response the whole incident, hindu students showed up wearing saffron shawls and protesting against the muslim girls' right to wear hijab.

Imagine turning against your own friends and classmates, the people you studied, played and legit grew up with. Sickening and Disgusting.

I'll leave this here, because we recently observed the Holocaust Remembrance Day.

“The time of hot chocolaty mornings and toasty marshmallow evenings.”