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My name is Rooa Alashkar. I am one of nine family members struggling to survive in Gaza. Before the war, we had simple dreams—education, safety, and the hope of a better life. But now, everything has changed.
Our home is gone. We live without walls, without power, and with little food. Each day is a fight against hunger, cold, and fear. The war has stripped us of stability, of comfort, and of our basic human rights.
We are nine souls trying to hold on. Children who once played and studied now wake up to explosions and go to sleep hungry. There are no schools. No clinics. No safe places. Only tents, rubble, and the will to survive.
Food prices are beyond reach. Clean water is nearly impossible to find. Illnesses are spreading, and medicine is scarce. Every day, we face impossible choices—who eats, who drinks, who waits another day in pain.
But we have not lost hope. We believe in the power of compassion. That someone, somewhere, will hear our cry and respond.
Your donation could be the difference between life and death. It could mean bread for a child, warmth for a baby, or medicine for a parent. It could help nine lives hold on just a little longer.
Please—stand with Rooa Alashkar’s family. Help us survive.
