SOS : my family is suffering in GAZA

‏I am Deema, 20 years old, from Gaza. I was born and raised there, in a city that knows pain more than it knows life. I lived with my family in a small house, but it was always filled with love—even when war knocked on our doors without mercy.

‏Some time ago, I managed to leave Gaza alone, thanks to the donations we gathered, while my family remained behind. It wasn’t a choice—it was survival. I left, promising them that we would find a way, that I would help them however I could.

But now, war has returned, and famine is suffocating the people. The border is closed, and survival has become a distant dream. My family, like thousands of others, is struggling to stay alive amid destruction and hunger, with no food, no water, and no safety.

‏I am here to ask for help—not just for them, but for everyone still trapped there. Every donation can be a lifeline. It can provide a meal that saves a child, medicine that saves a life, or even a chance to escape this nightmare.

‏No one chooses to be a refugee. No one chooses to be trapped. But we can choose to help, to save, to be the hand that reaches out to those who have nothing left.

‏Please donate whatever you can and share this message. We may not be able to stop the war, but we can save the lives waiting in silence.