My name is Hamada Mustafa, and I’m writing this from the Gaza Strip, where my life—and the lives of my loved ones—have been shattered by war.

At the very start of the conflict, I tragically lost my father and half of my family. My sister was severely injured and has been in a coma ever since. She is currently receiving treatment in Egypt, where my mother is by her side.

I remain in Gaza with my younger siblings, doing my best to care for them under unimaginably difficult conditions. With no stable income, no jobs, and no safe shelter, survival has become a daily struggle.

I am now the sole provider for my family. But with the destruction of homes, businesses, and basic infrastructure, I need your help to ensure we have food, medicine, and hope for a better future.

Your support—no matter the amount—can make a real difference in our lives. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.