I am Obay Hussein, a young man from Gaza.

For a year and a half, I have felt the weight of displacement on my chest.

My home in Rafah is no more... it was a place that united and protected us, and today, all that remains of it is rubble and memories.

I lost my brother as a martyr in the war.

He left me, leaving me with a responsibility I didn't choose, but I carry it with my heart and tears.

Today, I live with my family without a permanent home. 

We move between tents and temporary shelters, trying to protect ourselves from the cold of winter and the heat of summer.

I am not alone in my suffering... thousands of families are experiencing what we are experiencing, but I am writing my story today because I believe that there is compassion in your hearts and the ability to make a difference.

Any support from you, no matter how small, means life to us. 

A piece of bread, a blanket, medicine, a roof to protect us... these are not just things; they are a lifeline that protects a family that clings to hope despite everything that has been taken from it.

 Your generosity lifts us from the rubble and restores hope and life.