#helpgazanow

Please don’t skip Help me and my family

Before the war, my life in Gaza was full of hope. I used to go to university, study translation, and dream about my future. I would meet my friends, laugh with them, and enjoy simple moments—walking, eating, drinking, and living as a normal young woman with dreams. My father was with us, our home was full of warmth, and despite all the difficulties in Gaza, there was still life, there was still love.

But then everything changed. The war came suddenly and destroyed everything we had. Our home was bombed, and we were forced to flee, displaced into tents and the open fields. My father fell ill with cancer, and we waited for a chance for him to be treated outside Gaza. But the occupation denied him the right to live. Medicine was almost impossible to find, and day by day, we watched him suffer until he passed away in December 2024. Losing him broke us completely.

After his death, our suffering only grew worse. Hunger surrounded us, clean water disappeared, and displacement became our only reality. We have no safe place to go, no shelter to protect us, and no chance for a normal life. Bombs fall everywhere, children cry from hunger, and every day feels like a new wound. I can no longer continue my education—the war stole my future, my dreams, and my father.

Now, I am left struggling to survive, desperate for food, water, medicine, and a safe place for the children around me. Life here is unbearable, filled with pain and loss. I still hold onto one hope: to be able to leave Gaza, to continue my education in English translation, to work, and to build a better future—not just for myself, but for my family and for those who remain trapped in this endless suffering.

Please, your support can help us survive this nightmare. Your kindness can give us food, medicine, and a chance to live again. Without your help, we are left with nothing but hunger, grief, and the ruins of what was once a beautiful life.