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<div>My name is Rama, I am 16 years old.
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<div>I am not writing this to dream… but to ask for the chance to live.
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<div>Since October 7, everything changed.
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<div>On October 10, we were forced to leave our home, our dreams, and all our memories behind. We’ve been moving from one place to another, not in search of comfort — just in search of survival.
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<div>But in Gaza, no place is truly safe.
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<div>We’ve lost many of our loved ones.
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<div>Now we live in a thin tent, one that offers no protection from the blazing heat of summer or the bitter cold of winter.
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<div>Clean water is almost nonexistent, and food is scarce and unhealthy.
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<div>Our bodies are growing weaker…
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<div>My 10-year-old brother Mohammed suffers from severe malnutrition. He once dreamed of becoming a pilot — he was top of his class. Now, that dream has faded into dust, like his school.
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<div>My little sister Hala, 6 years old, suffers from extreme fear. Every time she hears the sound of planes or bombs, she breaks down in terror.
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<div>My 4-year-old brother Ogaid lost his ability to speak due to the trauma of war. He barely says a few words and isolates himself — he no longer plays like other children.
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<div>And me? I dreamed of becoming a dentist, helping those in need. But now, I’ve lost my school, my home, and my future. My dreams lie under the rubble.
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<div>We’re not living — we’re just trying to survive.
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<div>My father lost his job, and my mother, who suffers from a severe smoke allergy, works tirelessly to prepare food — if we can even find any.
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<div>Prices are so high, we can’t afford even basic food.
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<div>We suffer from skin diseases due to the spread of insects around our shelter, with no access to treatment.
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<div>There’s no electricity since the beginning of the war.
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<div>We can’t stay connected — the internet is too expensive, and charging our phones is nearly impossible.
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<div>We are cut off from the world… all we hear is the sound of bombs and fear.
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<div>My siblings cry out in panic, and I have nothing to calm them — only my arms.
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<div>Even transportation is gone — only animal-drawn carts remain, which frighten my siblings. Everything is far, and unreachable.
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<div>I wouldn’t ask for help unless we truly needed it.
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<div>I’m calling on every kind heart reading this:
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<div>Please, don’t scroll past our pain.
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<div>Your donation — even the smallest — can save lives:
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<div>Help Mohammed get treatment
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<div>Ease the burden on my mother
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<div>Provide safe water and basic food
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<div>Bring psychological support for my siblings
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<div>Give us a chance to return to education and dignity
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<div>We are not asking for luxury… just the right to live.
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<div>May God reward you for any help you can give.
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<div>My page is dedicated to revealing the painful reality we are going through here — take a look.
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<div>— Rama
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