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My name is Khadr’s. I am a seasoned UX designer from Gaza, and I once spent my days crafting user experiences—building digital spaces that made life easier for others. I collaborated with teams around the world, working remotely, proudly contributing to platforms that helped people feel connected, informed, and empowered. My laptop was my tool, my window to the world. Today, it’s buried under rubble, like the rest of my life.
Now, survival is my only project. There is no internet, no electricity, no work. My days are no longer filled with design meetings or prototypes—they are filled with searching for food, water, and safe shelter. The skills I spent years building mean nothing when my family and I are living in a crowded tent, unsure if we’ll have anything to eat tomorrow. There are no clients, no jobs, no screens—just the dust and smoke of a broken city.
I used to create user journeys with empathy at their core. Now I live a journey no human should have to experience. There is no usability in a warzone. No comfort in displacement. No version of life here that can be optimized. I walk through ruins with blistered feet, remembering the man I used to be—the creative, the professional, the father, the provider. Now I am a survivor.
This war has destroyed more than buildings. It has erased opportunities, silenced dreams, and disconnected an entire generation from the world. I still have ideas. I still have hope. But I need help—so do thousands like me. We are not just suffering. We are starving, we are stranded, and we are trying not to disappear. Gaza is full of talent, full of voices—we just want to live long enough to be heard again.
