pT.Yara Qeshta

I’m a daughter from Gaza, living through hardships that words can scarcely capture. For weeks now, I’ve been running a fundraising campaign—not for luxury or personal gain, but because my family and I desperately need a chance to rebuild our lives.

I’ve worked and studied for years to become a physical therapy graduate. Today, I’m standing at the very last step of my journey—unable to pay my graduation fees and unable to collect my diploma. My future, my career, even my family’s hope in me, is all on hold.

Nothing hurts more than coming so far and stumbling not because of lack of effort, but because of circumstances beyond my control. My parents are struggling under the weight of bills and rising costs; our home is under constant pressure, and the last thing we need is one more obstacle to a decent life.

It’s been days—three long days—since my last donation arrived. Every morning I open my campaign page with a small spark of hope, only to see nothing new. The longer the wait, the heavier my heart grows, and the more slim my chances feel.

I’m not asking for charity. I’m asking for solidarity. A small contribution from you can make a world of difference. Help me pay my fees, collect my diploma, and finally step into the workforce so I can support myself—and in turn, my family.

If you can’t donate right now, please share my campaign. A simple share could reach someone who can help.

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Thank you for any support—no matter how small—for giving me and my family the opportunity to stand strong again.

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