I am Ali, a young man who hasn't even had the chance to start his life before losing it. I used to dream of a bright future, working, planning, and building my own path. But the war came and stole everything. My home, which was the beginning of my independence, was destroyed. My money and savings vanished. Now, I have nothing but a reality that forces me to fight for survival. I no longer have time for dreams; staying alive has become my only priority.

But my suffering isn't mine alone. My parents, who are over sixty years old, are living the same tragedy. After a lifetime of work and toil, after building a home and a future for us, they lost everything in an instant. They have no shelter, no savings, not even the most basic necessities of life. My mother, who used to spend her days taking care of us, now stands in long queues under the scorching sun to get a little food. And my father, who spent his life working to provide us with a decent life, sits in the open today, unable to secure a safe place to sleep.

We don't have much left; we don't even have enough to dream. We try to endure, but hunger and fatigue gnaw at our bodies, and the future has become just a meaningless word. There is a chance to escape this hell, but it requires resources we don't have. Every contribution, no matter how small, can make the difference between survival and extinction. We don't ask for much—just our right to life, to safety, to a future not ruled by war and fear.

Thank you to everyone who stands by us in this difficult time.