Hello friends,

I am writing from Gaza, far away from your lands, but close in spirit. Our histories are different, but I know your people have also endured loss, displacement, and the fight to preserve your culture and dignity.

Before the war, I was a student with dreams to finish my studies, help my family, and live in peace. Today, my home is gone, and my life is full of uncertainty.

I am sharing my story not just to ask for help, but to reach out in solidarity. I believe that people who understand struggle are the ones who can truly feel another’s pain.

If you can, please read my full story here: https://gofund.me/da782c66 Your kindness and support would mean the world to me.

In solidarity, Soliman

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/5783600

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

I share these words with honesty and hope, hoping they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even simply share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: 👉 https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

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

My name is Soliman Mohammad, 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

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams.

That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone.

A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes.

We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues.

I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water.

Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice.

It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I’m sharing my story with honesty and hope, praying it reaches a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share it with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here’s my GoFundMe link:

❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66

Every share, every kind word, and every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.

My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams. That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone. A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes. We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

On top of all this, I’m also struggling with serious health issues. I suffer from a urinary tract infection caused by the lack of access to clean drinking water. Here in Gaza, we’re forced to drink water mixed with sand and other contaminants — there’s simply no other choice. It’s affecting my health badly, and I need treatment I can’t afford in these conditions.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share my story with others who might be able to.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign: ❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66 Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.