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My name is Ibrahim Abu Amsha from Gaza.

I write these words with a heart heavy with pain, hoping my voice will reach your kind hearts.

We are a family of seven: my father Ahmad, my mother Faten, my siblings Mohammed (15), Fatima (13), Thuraya (12), Ali (9), and myself.

We lost our home, we lost our small source of income, and with it, we lost our sense of safety.

We keep moving from one place to another with no stability, searching for shelter but finding none.

Today, we live without a roof over our heads, without a bed to sleep on, without warmth to ease the cold of days and nights.

My younger siblings fall asleep with tears of hunger in their eyes.

We search for crumbs of food, for a sip of clean water, for anything to ease our suffering… but we find nothing but patience.

Each day has become a struggle just to survive.

These are not just words, but a desperate cry from a broken heart.

Every bit of help, no matter how small, can feed the hungry, give warmth to a child, and bring a glimpse of hope back to us.

Please, help

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