This year, Ramadan is filled with tears and stained with memories. Around a table under a worn-out tent, survivors of war remember loved ones who have passed. Not a single table is without an empty seat a void left behind that can never be filled. ‘He used to sit here,’ ‘She loved this dish’ and so, we are full of memories and tears long before we are full of food.
Our suffering continues as we struggle to provide the basics for our family. Currently, our support campaign is very weak and barely reaching anyone. We urgently need your help to secure food and medicine for our children. Please, don't let us face this hunger and grief alone.
My name is Osama Radwan and I raise money for my friend Siraj, a former journalist from Gaza who lost his job at the beginning of the war, h















