To the kind-hearted soul reading this,

I write to you from beneath the rubble of my dreams, from a city that knows only the sound of explosions and the silence of stolen futures. My name is abdalhafez , and I am from Gaza , where survival is a daily miracle, and hope feels like a luxury.

Before this war, I was a university student, working hard to support my family. I had dreams, ambitions, and a life built with my own hands. But now, everything is gone. My youth has been buried under the weight of war , my studies interrupted, my job lost, and my family left with nothing.

I am not asking for pity, only for humanity. If you can find it in your heart to help, even a little, you’ll be giving me more than money , you’ll be giving me a chance to believe that life can still change. That someday, I might rebuild what was taken from me.

From the depths of my broken heart, thank you for listening.

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another."

A desperate soul from Gaza