Help Zeina and her family survive in Gaza!

Hi, my name is Ankey, and I am raising funds on behalf of my dear friend Zeina and her family in Gaza.

These funds have been necessary for a long time, yet it has taken this long for a campaign to be made in her name. She is only 17 years old and still worries for her younger brothers; none of these people deserve this level of dehumanising treatment. They ask only for aid to survive in a landscape where food is extortionately priced, and water -- even when contaminated -- is frighteningly scarce.

Even your smallest donation can make a significant difference in the lives of these beautiful young people.

Please read a message from Zeina herself (and a translation in English):

وقت الحرب، اضطرينا نترك بيتنا وننزح على الجنوب، زي آلاف العائلات. ما كنا عارفين لو رح نرجع ولا كيف رح نعيش. بعد" شهور من التعب والخوف والجوع، رجعنا للشمال… بس الشمال ما عاد زي ما كان.

كل شي دُمّر. ما في أمان، ما في أكل، ما في مدارس، والمياه شبه معدومة. منمشي ساعات عشان نلاقي جركن مي، وإذا لقيناه بيكون مش نضيف، وممكن يمرضنا.

إخوتي الصغار عم يعانوا أكتر مني… الجوع عم يكسّرهم. كل يوم بسألوني "شو في ناكل؟"، وأنا ما بكون عندي جواب. أوقات ما منلاقي غير شوية ميا غير صالحة للشرب حتى نسكت فيها الجوع.

المدرسة كانت حلمي، التعليم كان كل حياتي. اليوم أنا مقطوعة عن دراستي، عن مستقبلي. ما في أقلام، ولا كتب، ولا حتى مكان أدرس فيه.

أنا ما بطلب المستحيل. بطلب مساعدة إنسانية، بطلب لقمة، بطلب شوية أمل.

ساعدوني أعيش، وساعدوا إخوتي ما يجوعوا تبرع بسيط منكو راح يصنع فرق كبير"

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My name is Zeina, I’m 17 years old from Gaza… and I’m living in hunger every single day.

When the war started, we had to leave our home and flee to the south, like thousands of other families. We didn’t know if we’d ever come back or how we’d survive. After months of fear, exhaustion, and hunger, we returned to the north. But it’s not the same anymore.

Everything is destroyed. There’s no safety, no food, no schools, and water is nearly impossible to find. We walk for hours just to fill one container, and even then, the water is dirty and can make us sick.

My younger siblings are suffering even more than me… hunger is breaking them. Every day they ask, “What can we eat?” and I have no answer. Sometimes all we have is undrinkable water to quiet the hunger.

School used to be my dream. Education was my future. Today, I’m cut off from learning—no notebooks, no pens, not even a place to study.

I’m not asking for much—just a chance to live with dignity. With humanitarian assistance and the support of good-hearted people, I request your aid. Please, help me live and help my brothers. Even just a small donation will make an enormous difference