My name is Ahmed, a young man from Gaza who once dreamed of a simple, peaceful life. I studied, graduated, and became a teacher, devoting myself to the children I taught - they became like family to me.

But everything changed when the war began.

Half of my family was martyred.

I lost not only my brothers and my friends, but also my beloved students.

Now, all I have left are my younger siblings and my little sister - and I’m doing everything I can to keep them alive.

We were forced to flee our home in northern Gaza and now live in a fragile tent in the south.

They told us it was a "safe zone," but we’ve known nothing but fear, cold nights, and hunger.

We sleep on sand.

There is no electricity, no clean water, and almost no food.

We cook over scraps of wood just to have a warm bite.

And worst of all - my little sister is very sick.

She cries out in pain every night, and I can do nothing but hold her and pray.

She needs urgent medical treatment, but we have no money, no access to hospitals, and no way to help her.

Every day, her condition worsens. And every day, I fear the worst.

I’m not just her brother now - I’m her caretaker, her provider, her only hope.

But I have no job, no income, and barely enough food for another day.

We are on the edge of losing everything.

But with your help, we still have hope.

Your donation - no matter how small - could provide the medicine she needs.

It could feed a hungry child.

It could be the lifeline that keeps us going.

Please, if you can, help us survive.

Help my sister heal.

Help a broken family find strength again.

And even if you can’t donate, please share our story.

Be our voice. Be our hope. Be the light in this darkness.

From the depths of my heart - thank you.

For remembering Gaza.

For remembering us.

For remembering humanity