u/dark00H

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

In Gaza, we are exhausted. Three years of war have drained us mentally and physically.

My name is Osama. I’m a university student in my final year. During this war, my family and I lost our home and everything we had. We also lost many relatives and friends, and since then we have been living without any real stability.

My mother and I went back to our city more than once, trying to recover anything from under the rubble, but without success.

We left our home at night under the bombing without taking anything with us. That’s why today we need almost everything. We have no gas, no refrigerator, no proper kitchen tools, and only very few belongings left.

Life in Gaza has become unbelievably expensive, and we can barely afford basic things like food and water. For the third year, even drinking cold water has become something we miss. Especially with summer coming and the heat getting worse, sometimes we just wish for a cold drink of water.

For three years we have struggled every day just to secure basic needs. There is barely any electricity, cooking gas is extremely expensive, and prices are far beyond what people can afford. One kilogram of cooking gas costs around $35, so my mother often cooks using wood and fire. My father used to work as an electrician, but now he has no work and spends his time trying to get food aid from humanitarian organizations whenever he can.

The hardest part is not only surviving. My younger siblings grew up surrounded by war, fear, and deprivation. Now Eid Al-Adha is coming, and I cannot even provide simple things that once felt normal, like new clothes, sweets, or a good meal.

Despite all the pain, I still try to put a smile on my younger siblings’ faces, and on my mother’s and father’s faces too, even through small things that might make them happy for a little while.

In Gaza, we no longer live thinking about the future. We only try to get through one more day.

That is why I am asking for help. Any donation, even a small one, can help me bring some happiness to my family, even if only for a few days.

And if you cannot donate, sharing our story would still mean a lot to us.

Thank you to everyone who helps or even shares our story .

Donation link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Everything we have has become worn out and old, barely fit for human use. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

What may seem like a simple water tank to some people is something my family desperately needs, especially with summer coming and the extreme rise in prices.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money to improve access to water for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.

I’m Osama, 22, from Gaza.

I study pharmacy and biotechnology in my fifth year.
I live with my family and my disabled grandmother in a damaged house at relatives’ place after our home was destroyed.

For 3 years, we’ve been displaced and struggling to survive after losing everything.

Even though the war has slowed, our suffering hasn’t. We still live without enough water, electricity, or stability.

The hardest part is water. Every day, we carry it from far distances using old containers, and it barely covers our basic needs. Because of this, we’ve started suffering from skin problems, and even showering once a week is difficult.

Even though I’m trying hard to continue my studies, I also help my family every day with my brother to bring water, because my father is elderly and unable to carry it.

We spend our days just trying to find water and use as little as possible to get by. For us, water is not a luxury, it is survival.

If anyone is willing to help, I am trying to raise money for a water tank for my family.

Even sharing this can make a difference.

Donations Link in the comments.