From the outside, some people think life in Gaza looks fine. They see pictures of markets, a bit of chocolate on a shelf, maybe a cup of coffee — and they assume we’re okay.
But I live here. And I can tell you — nothing feels okay.
Behind every photo of “normal life,” there is pain, hunger, and exhaustion. There are days when I can’t find basic things like bread, water, or medicine. There are moments when I feel guilty even wanting something as simple as coffee — because so many can’t find food at all.
It breaks my heart to see the world believe that life here is normal. It’s not. We are surviving, not living.
I walk through the markets with an empty wallet, knowing I can’t buy what my family needs. The shelves may have shiny products, but our hearts are heavy, and our hands are empty.
Please don’t look away. Gaza is suffering silently.
Your support means food for a family, medicine for a child, hope for someone who has lost almost everything.
I’m tired… but I’m still holding on.
Please, keep standing with us. We need you — now more than ever. 🇵🇸💔
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