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My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.

Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.

Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.

I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.

Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.

📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.

like palestinians have had their entire lives disrupted and can never ever go back to the old 'normal'. they're still being killed while the privileged argue whether or not what they're going through is a genocide.

to try to hurt a person living in an active genocide is beyond inhumane. there's no way to justify it.

i request everyone to please continue helping palestinians. kindly consider donating to alaa, a mother of two young children. help her afford necessities in this very difficult time.

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Im still learning-

Tell me my mistakes so I can try to improve<3