I survived the war… and I just want one chance to live.

I am not asking for pity.

I am asking for one small space to start again — even if it’s just one meter of hope.

My name is Tamer ElBawab, 26 years old, from Gaza.

I studied journalism — and I survived two full years of war by a miracle… even though we lost everything.

The war “ended” with a fragile ceasefire.

Maybe it comes back, maybe not. I don’t know.

My father lost his home.

We have no income.

No jobs.

No apartments.

No safety at all.

My mother told me recently:

“We have lived enough… you must live and get out of this nightmare.”

How do I leave — when I own nothing?

If I can leave and build a future, my mother will be proud of me.

Here, the future is blurry — and trauma lives in every corner.

The war may end on the map… but it continues inside the nervous system.

I still wake up in the middle of the night to explosions in my head — checking doors and windows like the house will collapse in seconds.

Sometimes I stare at a blank wall for hours and cry.

A normal airplane in the sky makes my hands shake.

The smell of smoke makes me hide.

I can’t concentrate — I can’t even finish a sentence without drifting back.

We were displaced over and over — like we lived on a map with no stable location.

I created this campaign because I want one last chance to rebuild myself.

Not for luxury — just to stand on my feet again.

Even $1 means someone saw me.

Even a share means someone cared.

Please share this with one person — that’s all I ask.

If you reached this sentence — then I am not invisible.

Please help me move from survival to life.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you if you help.

— Tamer

Gaza → One meter forward