After the Bombs Fell Silent… We’re Trying to Hear Life Again.
They say the war has ended… But in our hearts, the echoes of explosions still remain. In every corner of our home lies a story left unfinished. Our doors, once opened to the light of morning, are now charred wood telling the silence of long, sleepless nights.
We thought returning to life would be simple… But when we came back to what was left of our house, we realized the destruction wasn’t only in the walls— it was in our dreams that fell with them. Beneath the rubble, we found my little daughter’s toys, and clothes waiting for a tomorrow that never came.
Today, we’re trying to start again from nothing. Trying to build warmth from ashes, a home from broken stones, and hope from the remains of pain.
We’re not asking for the impossible— only for a chance to live with dignity, to rebuild our home, to protect our children from the cold, and to tell the world: we are still here, despite everything.
Every contribution, no matter how small, is a brick in the wall of our new home, and a heartbeat in a heart trying to live again. Help us turn these ruins into warmth and hope.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
A final word: We are not looking for pity, but for a chance — a chance to rebuild what was lost with trembling hands that still hold onto hope. Together, we can turn this destruction into a new beginning.
