To those who donāt know me, my name is Abdelmajid ā and this is what remains of my story⦠āļø
Every time I try to write, images rush through my mind: The sound of explosions, the cries of children, my mother trying to comfort us while her heart trembles, and my father staring at the sky as if asking it, "Will this night ever end?"
Iām from Gaza šµšø ā a place where survival has become a daily achievement. A land that doesnāt sleep, doesnāt rest, and never truly heals. Our home didnāt survive, and many of my loved ones didnāt either. I am one of the few who made it out from under the rubble⦠not by strength, but by chance. Still, I chose to speak.
I donāt write to complain or to beg for pity⦠I write to say: we are still here. Weāre still trying. We still believe that goodness hasnāt completely faded, and that somewhere out there are hearts that still care ā¤ļø
If youāve read this far, youāre one of the rare people who chose to stop, to read, to care. And that alone gives us new hope āØ
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayāmy home, my safety, and the people
If you can help ā even with a word or a share ā know that it truly makes a difference. And if you choose to donate, you're giving more than money⦠you're giving life.
Thank you to everyone who still carries Gaza in their heart, Thank you for giving us a moment of your time, Thank you for choosing to be human šļø
















