Amid the Rubble and the Tears of Hope: The Story of a Young Woman Striving to Live

Hello,

My name is Asmaa Abd, a 24-year-old Palestinian girl — one of the thousands of souls fighting to survive every day in a land that has not known peace for decades.

My story, although it may resemble many others, carries a unique pain — a wound that the world does not see.

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I lived like any girl with dreams… until that day came

I was a university student, studying psychological counseling at Al-Aqsa University.

I believed education was my only path to a better life — my only weapon against a painful and unjust reality.

I had a small room, big dreams, and a notebook where I wrote my hopes and plans...

But then —

An explosion shook our neighborhood.

And in a single moment, everything changed.

Our home was destroyed.

My notebooks burned.

My books were buried under rubble.

My mother cried like her soul had shattered.

From that day forward, I have known neither safety nor rest.

I lost everything — my home, my books, my source of income, my university life.

Everything stopped… except my tears.

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️ Today, I live in a tent among ruins… the sky is my only roof

The tent that shelters me does not protect against the cold of winter or the burning heat of summer.

I sleep on the ground, wake up to the sound of warplanes, and spend my days trying to secure the basics: food, water, charging my phone, internet access... or reaching out for help, as I am doing now.

I never imagined I’d have to write something like this.

But here I am — writing with a heart full of shame, and hope that someone out there might hear me… and care.

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I don’t seek luxury… just a chance to survive and live again

All I need is a small bit of help to begin again — to build a life with dignity, safety, and purpose.

I dream of returning to university.

Of rebuilding a place I can call “home.”

Of reclaiming my dignity.

I am not asking for more than what every human deserves:

Safety.

Education.

Hope.

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Be the Reason I Rise… Don’t Leave Me Alone

Every donation — even one dollar — could mean everything to me.

You may think a small amount won’t change anything…

But for me, it could mean:

A meal

A notebook to write my dreams

A candle to light the dark night of fear

I am writing this from a tent that doesn’t protect me, with a cracked phone, a dying battery, and a heart that still believes good people exist in this world.

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How the donations will be used:

All donations will be used solely for urgent personal needs and rebuilding my life with dignity:

Educational Needs: Tuition fees, books, a used laptop or phone to complete my studies in psychological counseling.

Safe Shelter: Renting a simple, secure place to live instead of the tent I currently sleep in.

Basic Needs: Food, clean water, clothes, hygiene items, and electricity access (charging, internet).

❤️ Health & Dignity: Medical checkups, basic mental health care, and personal items to feel like a human again.

Every single dollar will help me survive, study, and stand back on my feet with hope and strength.

Thank you for believing in me.

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Help Me Stand Again… I’m Tired of Falling

I am Asmaa Abd.

I deserve to live. I deserve to learn. I deserve dignity.

And you can be the reason this happens.

Please share my story.

Support my campaign.

Be the light in this long dark tunnel I’m still walking through.

️ Campaign Link: https://gofund.me/2d9f1214

May God reward you for every act of kindness… and may you never know the pain I’m living through.