Have you ever woken up to find that everything you've built over the years has crumbled? Have you ever felt like you've gone from being someone people respectfully called "Doctor" to someone forced to explain their needs and ask for help just to survive? Do you know what it means to spend your life toiling, studying, and working to build an honest business, only to have war on Gaza snatch everything away in an instant? I wasn't born a beggar, and I'm not used to asking anyone for help. I owned a pharmacy, a source of livelihood and dignity, living off my own hard work. But the war destroyed my pharmacy, and with it, my dreams, my stability, and my family's future. Today, as I ask for help, I don't just feel the pain of poverty, but the pain of utter defeat. The pain of being looked at as if you're a beggar, when you're a victim of a war that stole everything from you. Believe me, need isn't the hardest part of it... the hardest part is having to justify your needs to people, feeling like your story doesn't matter to anyone, and seeing the abandonment all around you as you sink deeper into despair every day. If you can't help, then don't... You hurt those worn down by life with a word or a judgment. By God, I only sought help after every door was closed in my face.. 💔💔💔
God is sufficient for me, and He is the best disposer of affairs.
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My name is Dr. Nassif Al-Dahdouh.
