My Name Is Karam, and This Is My Story From Gaza

My name is Karam Abu Sharkh, and I am writing these words from Gaza, not from a home, but from a broken tent.

Our house was bombed.

We lost everything in a moment.

After that, we tried to survive in a tent… but even that did not last.

Strong winds came, and our tent collapsed and broke.

Now we are exposed to cold, fear, and uncertainty — with no safe place to sleep.

I want to be honest:

I have never received help before.

This is the first time in my life I ask for support.

I have:

• No house

• No money

• No job

• No laptop

• No tools to work

• Only one phone for my entire family

And even this phone is not always working well.

The hardest part of all this…

My child is suffering from malnutrition.

As a father, there is no pain greater than seeing your child hungry and feeling powerless.

If I had a laptop or proper phone, I would work online.

If I had income, I would never ask.

But war took everything from us.

This campaign is not only about surviving.

If I receive help, my goal is not just to protect my family —

I also want to help others around me in Gaza who are suffering like us, even if it is with small things.

I am not asking for luxury.

I am asking for:

• Safety

• Food

• Warmth

• A chance to stand again

If you are reading this, please know:

Your donation, even a small one, can save a family, can feed a child, can restore dignity.

If you cannot donate, please share this campaign

Sharing is also help.

From Gaza, from a broken tent,

Thank you for seeing us.

Thank you for not looking away.

Thank you for giving us hope.

— Karam Abu Sharkh