<div>This is the story of Salma, a young survivor, shared in her own words.


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<div>She did not come to ask for pity — but to be seen, heard,  remembered, and to remind the world that she and her family are not numbers, they are human.


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<div> Your support can bring more than aid. It can bring dignity, warmth, medicine, and the chance to rebuild hope.


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<div>Please help Salma and her family survive this winter and believe in life once again.


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<div>Salma and her family have lost everything — their home, safety, food, and medical security.


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<div>They urgently need:


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<div>	•	 Medicine for her sick mother


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<div>	•	 Blankets &amp; winter clothing


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<div>	•	 Food to avoid sleeping hungry


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<div>	•	 Basic stability to begin rebuilding their lives


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<div> Salma’s Story (In Her Own Words)


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<div> Life Before the War


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<div>“How was your normal day for you and your family before things changed?”


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<div>Our normal day was that me and my younger sister would go to school, and my brother when he had a job he would go to it, and my sister to the university, and my father and mother were at home.


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<div>We used to live a calm life, far from problems and everything bad, in a house far from noise, in a quiet simple place surrounded by beautiful green nature.


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<div>No matter how much I describe my life before the war, I truly cannot express how beautiful our life was.


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<div>“What were the things you or your family enjoyed when life was safe?”


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<div>We used to enjoy our humble home that filled us with love and safety.


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<div>We did not look to go outside because our home did not make us feel lacking anything from the outside life.


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<div>Almost every Friday, we would make a barbecue party, and we enjoyed spending late-night gatherings on the balcony looking at trees and a beautiful sea. Our life was truly beautiful! 


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<div>As I told you, we used to make parties, birthdays, and very sweet memories, and we enjoyed every moment in it.


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<div>“What are some happy memories from your home or community?”


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<div>One of the most beautiful memories was when I would see my mother choosing beautiful clothes for a special occasion, and I would say to her, “Mama, you are so beautiful,” and she would laugh.


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<div>And also when my father would give me money and say to me, “Go buy whatever you want,” I would feel that I was the richest person in the world.


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<div>And also my older sister always cared for me and protected me, and my brother would take me with him to places I loved.


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<div>Every moment was a beautiful memory… By God, there was not a single bad memory before the war. 


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<div>️ How Life Has Changed 


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<div>“How has your daily life changed since the conflict began?”


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<div>Our life changed 180 degrees. We started living in fear and terror from every sound and every movement.


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<div>Our home that was full of comfort became under the rubble. We no longer have a house, and there is no longer a place called “home.”


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<div>My mother started crying silently, and my father became a body without a soul, and my siblings started looking at the sky without hope.


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<div>We used to sleep to the sounds of bombing and martyrdom, and wake up to the screams of mothers.


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<div>Life became nothing but an attempt to stay alive… nothing more. 


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<div>“What has been the hardest part about trying to stay safe or keep life normal?”


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<div>The hardest thing is that we cannot protect the ones we love.


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<div>When you see your mother crying and you cannot do anything for her… When you hear your brother say “I am hungry” and there is nothing to feed him…


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<div>When you feel that death is closer to you than anything else.


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<div>The hardest thing is to feel that you are a failure because you cannot live a normal life like other people.


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<div>The hardest thing is to be afraid of tomorrow. 


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<div>“What do you miss the most from before?”


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<div>I miss my home… my room… my bed… my toys… my clothes… my memories.


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<div>I miss my mother’s voice when she wakes me up for school, I miss my father’s laughter when he says: “Hurry up and don’t be late.”


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<div>I miss Fridays when we all gather and eat the dish my mother prepares with love.


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<div>I miss opening my closet and choosing what I will wear… now there is nothing.


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<div>The thing I miss the most is “safety.” 


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<div> Family &amp; Hope 


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<div>“Who is with you now — can you tell us a little about each family member?”


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<div>I am now with my mother, my father, my younger sister, and my brother.


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<div>My mother is a very strong woman, but she has started to suffer in silence and does not want to show her sadness to us.


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<div>My father was always my support, but now he has become very tired… he is not as he used to be.


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<div>My little sister tries to laugh, but she cries when she sleeps.


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<div>My brother tries to be the man of the house, but he is just a child who feels afraid.


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<div>Each one of us breaks my heart in a different way. 


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<div>“What keeps you going on the hardest days?”


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<div>The only thing that keeps me strong is my faith in God, that after all this torment there will come relief.


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<div>And also my mother… when I look at her I say: I must not be weak.


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<div>My dream is to see my family laugh again… that is what makes me endure.


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<div>I no longer live for myself only, I live for them. ️


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<div>“Are there dreams or goals you still hold onto despite everything?”


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<div>Yes… I still have a dream to become a successful woman, to study, to work, to achieve something that makes my family proud of me.


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<div>I dream of building a new house for my family, and saying to them: this is instead of the house they destroyed.


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<div>I dream of living a day without fear, without war, without blood.


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<div>I dream of laughing from my heart… just to laugh. ️


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<div>Despite everything… I still believe that God will not forget me.


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<div> Support &amp; Urgent Needs


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<div>“What would help the most right now — things like food, shelter, medicine, or other essentials?”


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<div>The most important thing we need now is medicine for my mother, she is very sick and cannot bear the cold or the pain.


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<div>We need blankets, winter clothes, something to protect us from the rain and the cold.


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<div>We need food, not a lot… just enough so that we do not sleep while we are hungry.


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<div>We are not asking for luxury… we just don’t want to die. ️


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<div>“Is there something you wish people understood about what families in Gaza are facing?”


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<div>I wish people would understand that war is not just news on television, we are human… we dream, we grieve, and we fear.


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<div>I wish they would understand that the child who dies here only wanted to play.


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<div>I wish they would know that the mother who screams did not lose a house… she lost her heart.


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<div>We do not need pity… we need justice. ️


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<div>“If people could help with one thing right now, what would make life safer or easier?”


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<div>If they can help with one thing… let them help us live with dignity.


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<div>Not only with money, but by standing with us… by telling the world that we deserve life.


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<div>Give us safety… and we will do the rest.


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<div>We are not afraid of hardship… we are afraid of being forgotten. 


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<div>❤️ Message to Supporters — 


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<div>“If you could say something to people who might help, what would it be?”


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<div>I would say to them… thank you for still seeing us.


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<div>Thank you for not closing your hearts to us like the world did.


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<div>We are not numbers… we are human.


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<div>I promise you… if we live, we will rebuild again, and we will not forget those who stood with us.


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<div>I do not ask you to be sad… only, do not forget us. 


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<div>“What does hope look like for you and your family right now?”


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<div>Hope for us is to wake up one day and not hear the sound of bombing.


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<div>To see a house instead of a tent.


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<div>That my mother laughs from her heart… that my father returns to how he was.


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<div>Hope is to see my brother play without fear… and for my sister to sleep without tears.


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<div>Hope… is to live, just to live. ️


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She Lost Everything but Hope — Stand with Salma

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