yasmeen

In Gaza… life is not as the world imagines it.

We wake up every day to fear that never ends, to anxiety that lives in our hearts before it lives in our homes.

Our days are heavy. We try to hold on to hope despite the pain, and we smile through our tears.

Here, the simplest things have become wishes…

Safety is a wish. Food is a wish. Sleeping peacefully is a wish.

We dream of a normal life like everyone else. We dream of a safe home, of electricity that doesn’t cut off, of clean water, of a stable school, of a night without fear.

We are not numbers in the news… we are human beings.

We have tired hearts and dreams that are postponed every single day.

We try to stay strong, but we need someone to stand with us — a helping hand, someone who hears our voice and does not ignore it.

If you can help in any way, please don’t hesitate.

A word, a share, even simple support… it can make a huge difference in the life of a family waiting for relief.

Please don’t leave us alone in this pain.

Pray for us… and be a reason for new hope. 🤍

Please help us and share our story. Maybe it can reach someone who can support or save us.

Please don’t ignore our call, we only want safety and a chance to live 🥺🤍

we are only asking for a normal life without siege.

The closure of the crossings does not just mean closed borders,

it means less food, missing medicine,

and prices rising beyond what our hearts and our pockets can bear.

Every day, the simplest rights become a dream:

a bag of flour, a carton of milk, medicine for pain that cannot wait.

We are here… resisting the high cost with patience,

facing fear with prayers,

but we are human we get tired.

Open the roads for life,

for inside there are souls growing weary,

and children asking:

“Why is everything so far away?”

This is not a complaint…

this is a humanitarian plea

🌙 Ramadan🌙

Ramadan is coming… and Zain still looks around with small eyes full of waiting.

He dreams of being happy like other children, of sitting at a table with enough food to ease his hunger, of feeling the warmth of this holy month like everyone else.

We are not asking for the impossible…

We just want Zain not to sleep hungry,

to smile at the call of Maghrib,

to live a single moment of safety in the month of mercy.

Ramadan is the month of compassionate hearts,

and your kindness could be the reason for a child’s joy — a child who only wishes for a simple and dignified life.

Be the light that reaches Zain’s heart,

Dear friends, today I write to you about my little brother Zain, who lives a life filled with pain and sorrow. Zain is a child in the purest stage of life, but he is deprived of the simplest rights that every child deserves. He has no toys to bring joy to his heart and cannot play like other kids. But it’s more than that: Zain dreams of the chance to study and learn, yet poverty stands in the way of all his dreams.I ask all of you, from the bottom of my heart, to give this innocent child a chance to live his childhood as he should. Any help could make a difference in his life. I hope we can all be a part of making Zain’s dream come true.

In the heart of Gaza, where pain has become a companion every day and darkness covers every corner, I write these words with deep sorrow and sadness. Life here is no longer just life; it's a daily battle for survival. Everything has become unbearably expensive, and the dream of peace seems so far away.The bombs falling and the bloodshed have become routine, but what breaks my heart even more is what my father is going through, suffering from a heart condition whose pain never fades. Every day, I look into his eyes and see the weakness of hope, but I won't give up no matter what, and I try to stay strong for him and my family despite everything.Gaza has become a place that can't bear much more, where crises keep coming with no end. Please, let us stand together and raise our voices for justice and humanity. Every kind of support, whether material or emotional, makes a huge difference in these difficult times.

Gaza needs us more than ever.

My name is Yasmeen. I am 17 years old, and I live in Gaza with my parents and my two younger brothers.

Before the war, we lived in a beautiful home filled with safety, peace, and warm memories. It was not just a house; it was where we felt protected, loved, and hopeful.

The war took everything from us.

Our home was bombed and completely destroyed. With it, our sense of safety and peace was shattered, and our beautiful memories were turned into deep pain and sadness.

Today, after losing our home, we are living in a tent. It does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer. My younger brothers have lost their feeling of security, and my parents are struggling under conditions far beyond their strength. Although I am still young, I try to stay strong for my family.

We started this campaign because we need your help to live with dignity again and to rebuild a safe home that can protect our family and our dreams.

Every donation, no matter how small, gives us hope and helps us move forward.

Your support can help us start over and bring light back into our lives after so much darkness.