<div>From the heart of the Gaza Strip, I write to you… not as a writer or a storyteller, but as a human being writing with unbearable pain, and as a father afraid to watch his children wither away before his eyes.
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<div>I am Farid… not just a name, but the story of a man who dreamed of a simple life, only to wake up to the nightmare of an endless war. I had a home… a home I built stone by stone, dream by dream, and night after night of toil. I thought it was safety… but it became a memory buried under the rubble.
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<div>In a single moment, everything was taken from us…
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<div>We took nothing with us but trembling souls and hearts that didn't know where to turn.
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<div>We emerged from the bombardment carrying nothing but each other… as if survival itself was another kind of pain, because we left behind a whole life.
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<div>Since that day, we have been living an endless journey of displacement…
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<div>We walk not knowing where we will sleep,
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<div>We sleep not knowing if we will wake up.
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<div>Every day I ran between life and death… searching for medicine for my mother, and for food for my children.  I tried to be strong… but inside I was silently crumbling.
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<div>Then I lost my mother… She passed away needing medicine I couldn't find, and comfort I couldn't provide.
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<div>She left a void in my heart that nothing can fill… and a feeling of helplessness that will never leave me. And today…
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<div>I am a weary body, a burdened soul, and a father who fears his children will grow accustomed to hunger…
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<div>That they will grow up believing that pain is life.
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<div>My children don't ask for toys…
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<div>They ask: Will we eat today?
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<div>And that question alone is enough to break anyone's heart.
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<div>We are not asking for the impossible…
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<div>We are only asking to live as human beings, to have a roof over our heads, a morsel to silence our hunger, and warmth to ease the harshness of the nights.
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<div>Your donation… however small, is not just money…
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<div>It is a life given,
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<div>It is a tear wiped away,
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<div>It is a heart that is given back some of its beat.  You may not see us, but we feel you…
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<div>You may not hear our voices, but our prayers reach you.
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<div>Be our support in a time when we have no one left…
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<div>Be the mercy we seek amidst this pain.
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<div>Perhaps your donation today will be the reason we live tomorrow.
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<div>And if you are unable to donate, sharing this message may reach someone who can lend a helping hand.
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<div>I send you these words with complete faith in your humanity and generosity.
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<div>Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who reads, to everyone who helps, and to everyone who shares the link.
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