My name is Wadad. I am fifteen years old, writing to you from Gaza while my heart is drowning in sorrow 💔. I write these words with shaking hands and tear-filled eyes, because pain has become stronger than my ability to stay silent. Every day I wake up feeling broken, and every night I fall asleep with fear and tears, wondering how much more my family can endure.
My family and I live in a torn, fragile tent ⛺ that cannot protect us from the cold nights, the burning heat, or the constant danger around us. We are seven family members surviving with almost nothing. My mother, Suheila, is sick and injured, suffering in silence and in desperate need of medicine. My father, Shadi, was wounded in the war, and since then our life has fallen apart.
The deepest wound in my heart is my little sister Mira. She is only two years old and suffers from a heart disease 💔. She needs medication, food, and special care, but we are helpless and unable to provide any of it. I watch her struggle every day, afraid that hunger and illness will take her from us.
I am only fifteen, yet my heart carries grief far heavier than my age. We are not asking for comfort, only for mercy. Please, if you can, help us with a donation to buy medicine and food 🙏. Your kindness could be the difference between life and loss for my family.
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