Last night… our house was bombed. The home where we lived every moment… is gone. Every corner held a memory. The wall I used to write on as a kid, the kitchen where we gathered for lunch, the cold tiles under my feet… all turned to rubble.

I can’t really describe the feeling. It wasn’t just a house that got destroyed — it felt like a part of my heart went with it. Home isn’t just walls and a roof. It’s stories, laughter, tears, long nights, and quiet conversations.

And today? I’m standing in front of what’s left, trying to stay strong. Trying to say “it’s okay”… but honestly, nothing feels okay.

If anyone wants to help us reach safety, here’s our campaign link: https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-mohameds-family-to-reach-safety-outside-gaza

Every share, prayer, or donation could help us stand back up again.