My name is Arwa, I’m 30 years old from Gaza.

I once had a simple life filled with the little things I loved — my home, my job, and the laughter of my brother who was the closest person to my heart. Then, everything collapsed. The war took away my house, my work, and most painfully, my brother.

Now I am left without a home, without a job, and without the things that once gave meaning to my life. Each day feels heavy, surrounded not only by walls and borders, but also by grief and loss.

Today, I share my words to let my voice be heard. I am asking for help to find a way out of Gaza, to rebuild my life, to work again, and to live with dignity. The road may be long and difficult, but I still carry hope that someone will listen to my story and help me stand again.