Naamloos

I'm from Gaza… I never sought anything grand; I only dreamed of living a normal life, of walking on my own two feet, of working, of feeding my family with dignity. But the war took away even this simple dream… I lost my leg, and with it, a part of my life, and my hope.

Today, I can only walk with crutches; every step reminds me of what I've lost, and every glance from a child or any human being that passes me wounds me further. I see children being killed, I see homes being destroyed, and I wonder: Is there anything left called humanity?

I used to dream of a prosthetic leg… just a chance to stand again, to walk, to become a human being capable of living again. But even that dream began to fade, with limited resources and a lack of hope. If my words reach you… don't let them pass you by like the others. Perhaps your small help will be the reason I can start anew.

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