Every day we live in Gaza is a struggle with reality in order to stay alive.💔 I spent long hours thinking before deciding to write these words. It was not easy for me. But I have reached a stage where I have become unable to find a way out of a predicament that I do not know how to overcome. Israel is tightening its siege on Gaza and has been preventing commercial goods from entering for the tenth consecutive day. Prices here have become beyond our ability and means. For more than three years, we have been living through conditions that I would not wish anyone to experience, and I have been trying to endure and remain steadfast in the face of a harsh reality that gives me no opportunity to catch my breath. As time has passed, responsibilities have increased and needs have doubled, until providing the simplest necessities of life has become a heavy burden that I carry every day. At the forefront of my fears stands my little daughter, Ayla. Every day, I try to find a way to protect her from a harsh reality that has no mercy for her weakness or young age. I want her to live her childhood as every child deserves, to obtain her basic needs, and to sleep without illness, fear, and deprivation being part of her days. But I often find myself unable to meet her needs, because the circumstances around me make even the simplest things difficult to obtain. Alongside my daughter, I carry the responsibility of caring for my elderly parents, who need care, medication, and security. It pains me to be responsible for their safety at a time when I do not even have the ability to provide the minimum level of stability they need. Exhaustion has reached my depths, anxiety has become a companion that never leaves me, and fear settles in my chest and never departs. Sometimes I feel that the pressure has made breathing itself difficult. Nevertheless, I continue trying despite everything that weighs heavily on my shoulders, because there are lives that depend on me, and because surrender is not an option I can resort to. We in Gaza do not need the world merely to feel sorrow over our words. We need it to remember that behind these words are real children, destroyed homes, and mothers and fathers trying to remain steadfast despite everything that weighs heavily on their shoulders. Your donation is not a passing charitable act. Rather, it means providing healthcare for my daughter, Ayla, or buying medication for my parents, or securing some of my family's basic needs. No matter how small your contribution may seem to you, for us it makes a real difference and gives us an opportunity to get through another day without the fear of tomorrow overshadowing everything. Donation link: 🔗chuffed.org/project/maha30 And if you are unable to donate, please do not pass by my story in silence. Share my words, as they may reach someone who can help us at a time when we are in the greatest need of support. Behind these words is a family trying to cling to what little hope it has left. Thank you to everyone who read our story and extended a helping hand, and to everyone who contributed to conveying our story to others.❤️ @Lowkey0nline @Partisangirl @wyattreed13 @propandco @_ZachFoster @AryJeayBackup @ProudSocialist @GoodVibePolitik @KlonnyPin_Gosch @academic_la @NateB_Panic @ireallyhateyou @comrade_kumar_