My name is Ibrahim. I am from the Gaza Strip, a place that once carried the sounds of children laughing, neighbors talking in the streets, and families gathering at the end of long days. Today, those sounds are gone. Life here has become unbearably hard. The situation is not just difficult—it is overwhelming. There is no safe shelter to protect us from the cold nights or the burning sun. Tents are scarce, and many families sleep in the open, holding onto whatever remains of their belongings.