My name is Eslam Mohammad. I’m 24 years old, and I’m from Gaza.

I survived months of war, fear, and hunger—watching everything I knew and loved disappear piece by piece. I eventually managed to leave, but I never truly left. My family is still in Gaza, and every single day, their survival is my responsibility.

For two long years, I’ve carried the weight of war on my shoulders. I’ve fought to keep my family alive, even when I had nothing left to give. I know some of you might feel exhausted hearing my voice again—and honestly, I feel it too. But this is bigger than exhaustion. This is about love, survival, and the fight to protect the people who matter most.

The war may have officially ended, but peace has not arrived. Gaza remains unstable and dangerous. Just days ago, journalist Saleh Al-Jafrawi was killed—proof that chaos still surrounds my people. There’s no real safety. There’s hunger. There’s no work. No electricity. And no guarantee of tomorrow. My family is still trapped in that reality, and I can’t stop worrying—not for a single moment.

Even with all this weight, I refuse to let go of my dreams. I am still an artist

. I am still a photographer. I still believe in a future where I can tell our stories through my lens—not from a place of fear, but from freedom and dignity.

Your support isn’t just charity—it’s resistance against despair.

It’s choosing hope when the world looks away.

It’s saying: *their lives matter, their future matters.*

If you’ve ever believed in me, this is the moment to stand with me.

Together, we can turn survival into strength.

Together, we can give my family a chance to live—and me the chance to dream again.

—Eslam Mohammad