My name is Soliman , a young man from Gaza and this is my story.

Before the war, I was a university student. I used to carry my notebooks and walk to class every day, dreaming of a future where I could build a life for myself, support my family, and live simply, with dignity.

But the war didn’t care about my dreams. It destroyed my home and buried everything I had been building under the rubble. In a moment, I stopped searching for books or notebooks… I started searching for firewood.

Now, every morning, I walk through the wreckage we used to call a neighborhood, spending hours looking for wood to cook for my family. I carry heavy gallons of water on my back, walking long distances to bring some back to where we’ve been displaced. My daily concern is no longer studying or planning for a future it’s figuring out how to return to my family with something, anything, to keep them going.

Food is almost nonexistent. What little is available costs a fortune. There’s no gas, no electricity, not even the bare minimum needed to survive. Because of all this, I’ve started developing skin conditions. My body is weakening day by day from hunger, from polluted water, and from the relentless mental and emotional pressure.

I’ve lost friends and relatives. And with each day, I lose something else. But the most painful thing I’ve felt is helplessness seeing my mother and siblings in need, while I have nothing to offer but my efforts.

I’m not reaching out for help because I want to I’m doing it because I’ve hit a dead end. I appeal to every person with a conscience…

Please, help me save my family. Help us restore even a small part of the life we had. Share my story. And if you can, donate even a small amount could be the reason we survive this.

You are our last hope. Please, stand with us.

📌 Donation link: https://gofund.me/da782c66