My name is Suleiman. I'm a young man from Gaza, trying to hold my family together under a sky of fire and hunger. We used to live on a small piece of land with citrus and olive trees. That land, like our home, no longer exists.

Now we live in a tent made of fabric — it doesn’t protect us from the heat, the shrapnel, or the insects. Every day I wake up worrying about food, water, and how to keep my little sister safe. She still asks me, “when will we go home?” I have no answer.

Most of the world has moved on. But we are still here. We are still alive. And we need help to stay that way.

If you can’t donate, please consider just sharing: https://gofund.me/da782c66

Thank you for listening. I’m tired, but I still have hope. And I know I’m not alone.