My name is Nada. I am from Gaza, and I am alone. The war took everything from me my home, my family, my entire world. In one devastating moment, my life was shattered. My parents, my siblings, my nieces and nephews… they are all gone. I am the only one left. I don’t know why I survived when they did not, but I know I must keep going, even when the pain feels unbearable.I used to have a home, a place filled with love and laughter. Now, there is nothing but rubble and memories. I sleep on the streets or in overcrowded shelters, surrounded by strangers. Every night, I close my eyes and see their faces my mother’s smile, my father’s voice, my sister’s laughter. I wake up to silence, to emptiness.I am not asking for pity. I am asking for a chance to live. I need help to rebuild my life, to find a safe place to stay, to have food to eat, and to heal from the wounds that no one can see. I want to work, to be strong again, but I have nothing to start with. No home, no money, no family to lean on.I heard about this platform from a kind stranger who told me there are people out there who care, who want to help. I am reaching out to you, not just for myself, but for the memory of my family. They would want me to survive, to find hope again. With your help, I can take the first step toward a new life.Your support will mean more than words can say. It will give me the strength to keep going, to honor my family’s memory, and to one day help others who have suffered like I have. Please, help me find my way out of this darkness. Thank you for listening to my story and for being a light in my life. Nada
