Hello everyone,

My name is Soliman, and I am writing this from Gaza — a place where every sunrise feels like a small miracle, and every night is a test of survival.

Before the war, life was simple. I used to work, dream, and hope for a quiet future for my little family. I never imagined that one day, survival itself would become our biggest dream.

But everything changed — our home was destroyed, our neighborhood turned into rubble, and the life we knew disappeared in an instant.

Now, I live with my younger siblings: Asaad, Mohammad, and Montaha. They are just children, yet they’ve seen things no child should ever witness.

Every day, I try to find something — anything — to keep them alive. Sometimes it’s a piece of bread, sometimes a small chocolate, or even an instant noodle pack to share.

Prices are extremely high, and opportunities are gone. But what hurts the most is not being able to protect them the way a big brother should.

We are not asking for much.

Even 5 euros can mean a warm meal, clean water, or medicine for a sick child.

Your kindness — your small act of humanity — could be the reason we make it through another day.

If you can’t donate, please share our story. Every share gives us hope that someone, somewhere, still cares.

🕊️ Together, we can keep hope alive, even in a place where it’s fading away.

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Help Suleiman and His Family Survive the Onslaught

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