Hello, I am Abdullah, a Palestinian from Gaza.

I write to you today with the hope that my words will reach your hearts and inspire you to take a moment to read my entire story and stand by me during these difficult times. Every word carries a part of my suffering and my hopes.

I have lived in Gaza, a land that reflects the resilience of its people, but over the years, I have witnessed unimaginable harsh conditions. One dark night, war broke out in Gaza, and from there began our suffering as our home was destroyed by Israeli airstrikes. It was not just a building; it was our sanctuary, a place filled with childhood memories and dreams.

After the destruction, we were displaced. We moved from northern Gaza to its south, under continuous bombardment and unbearable psychological pressure. We spent two days on the street and were forced to live in a tent. Every time we thought we had found a safe place, the war forced us to flee to a somewhat safer location. The repeated displacements made me feel as if I were without an identity, without a homeland.

The academic life I dreamed of suddenly came to a halt. I could no longer attend university and continue my studies, as my dreams of education and progress faded away. Instead, I live daily with the anxiety of hunger threatening my family, as we search for a morsel of food amid insecurity and scarce resources.

My father suffers from diabetes, and his condition has worsened due to the harsh circumstances we live in. Wounds on his foot from the repeated displacements grow worse day by day, increasing his suffering and ours as a family. My elderly mother suffers from general weakness and needs special care, but we struggle to meet her basic needs.

Cooking has become a daily challenge; the lack of gas has forced my mother to gather firewood from the streets and rubble. Every morning, she goes out searching for pieces of wood, and when she returns, she spends hours breaking it down and preparing it for cooking. She struggles to light the fire, and the smell of burning wood reminds us of the difficulties of the life we lead.

Water has become a distant dream. Extracting water is a daunting task, as we suffer from severe shortages of this essential resource. While I see my friends living their normal lives, I find myself trapped in a cycle of never-ending problems.

Rebuilding our destroyed home seems like an unattainable dream. Every time we try to gather a little money, circumstances bring us back to square one. But thanks to your generous donations and sharing my story with everyone, we will rebuild everything that has been shattered.

I think about how I will be able to build a decent life for myself and my family under these harsh conditions. Yet despite everything, I still believe that hope exists and that there are those who care about our fate.

I am here today to ask for your help. I need your support to overcome this ordeal. Your donations will help my family and me provide food, water, and the essentials of life. They will also enable me to resume my studies and achieve my dreams that have not yet died.

Please share my story with your friends and families. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. Let us restore hope to our hearts and build a better future.

Thank you for your time and attention.