Since the war began, everything has changed. Our home is gone. We live in a crowded tent with no privacy, no electricity, and no certainty. Food is almost impossible to find. Clean water is even rarer. My younger siblings look to me for answers—why is there no bread? Why can’t we go home? Why is it always so loud? I don’t know what to tell them. I’m just trying to hold on for them.

I carry the weight of this family now. My parents are exhausted, and I try to help however I can—waiting in lines for aid, collecting firewood, searching destroyed buildings for anything useful. I don’t get to be a teenager anymore. I don’t get to dream. My only focus is helping my siblings survive another day without food, without safety, without fear taking over.

Please support me, support us. Gaza is starving. Gaza is in ruins. But we are still here—still trying to survive, still trying to hope.