save my family 🍉

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I’m Lana, a young woman from Gaza, writing to you not to seek pity, but because my voice is drowning in the rubble. I suffer from a painful stomach illness caused by contaminated food and a lack of clean water. There is no medicine, no proper nutrition, not even safe drinking water. My body is breaking down slowly… but I’m still fighting.

My father is injured and unable to work. He used to be our only support, and with his fall, everything collapsed. We have no income, no resources, no light at the end of this dark tunnel. We now rely on miracles just to survive another day.

Twenty members of my family were martyred. To some, they are just numbers, but to me, they were souls, dreams, and smiling faces. They were taken by the war, buried beneath the rubble, without a final goodbye, without a last embrace. All that’s left of them are memories—if even those remain.

Hunger is devouring us. We search for a single bite of food, a piece of bread to share between us, a drop of clean water that won’t poison us. Sometimes, I choose to stay hungry so the little ones can eat. Every day, I fight between staying strong and allowing myself to break.

I write to you because I have nothing left but my words. I write because I don’t want to die in silence. Because I want the world to know that we are still here… still surviving, despite the pain, despite the loss, despite the hunger, despite everything.

You are the only hope in our darkness, after all our dreams have faded.🥹🥹🥹⁉️🫂

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And @bilal-salah0✅ ⬇️

The struggle of hand-washing clothes and cooking over an open fire – each task a reminder of the hardship we endure daily.

Every day, we survive death, shelling, and shrapnel – like the fragments that struck my father in his chest.

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