Support Jamil's Family After the Bombing

My name is Jamil, I'm four years old, and I live in Gaza... or rather, I used to live there, in a small house with my mom, dad, and four brothers, all boys. We used to sleep in one room, play in front of the door, and dream about life, like all children But one morning, everything changed. We heard the sound of a plane in the sky, and the sound of an explosion that shook our hearts before shaking the walls of our house. In an instant, our house was a pile of stones. We were inside, all of us... but God miraculously saved us. We emerged from under the rubble searching for light, dust filling our breath, and my mother screaming for my brothers. We survived, but our house did not. Since that day, we've been homeless. We sleep in makeshift shelters, moving from place to place. We have nothing: no bed, no blanket, not even enough food. Two of my uncles were killed in the bombing, and we have no one left to support us. We're poor... even bread has become difficult for us.

I'm handsome, I love to laugh and play, but now I only dream of a safe place, a roof over my head, and a little food to share with my brothers. We want help. We just want to live.