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Do you know what it means to carry bread as if it were life itself?
My name is Anees from Gaza.
I entered the war at 18 years old. Today I am 20, but the war left me no time to live my youth.
I lost my older brother in an airstrike.
My other brother was imprisoned for more than 550 days, and when he was released, it only added another burden to a family that I now support alone.
In a single moment, my childhood ended, and I became the sole provider for my family.
Our home and our small source of income were completely destroyed.
We have been displaced more than twenty times.
Today, we live in a tent that did not even exist before—one we obtained through your donations—
without safety, without privacy, and without any sense of stability.
One day—and this is just one story among many—
I walked 13 kilometers under Gaza’s scorching sun just to obtain a bag of flour.
I was beaten and threatened, yet I held onto it.
Because in Gaza, bread is not just food… it is dignity.
I am not asking for luxury.
I am not asking for the impossible.
I am only asking for what allows us to stay alive with dignity