In Gaza, even after the planes go silent, the echo of bombing still lingers in the sky — and the echo of loss remains in the heart. The war didn’t just destroy our homes; it stole parts of our souls. I am one of thousands who lived under the bombs, dreaming of peace like any other human being — to wake up without fear, to see my loved ones safe and alive. And even now, the memories of war follow us in every corner of the street, in every child’s eyes filled with questions and pain.
But my pain is different… because I lost my mother and my sister in a single moment, in a single house — between walls that once echoed with laughter and warmth. There is no pain like searching through rubble for a voice you used to hear every morning. There is no heartbreak like reaching for a hand that once held yours, only to find emptiness. Today, the war may seem to be ending, but its scars remain. The occupation still strikes from time to time, and we are still trying to gather the pieces of our lives — to rebuild the house that became a memory, to take one more step toward normal life, to continue the path we started. I want to return to my studies… to lift my mother’s memory from the ruins and tell her, “I made it, Mom, just like I promised.” I want to plant a flower where our house once stood — a symbol that life is stronger than war, that we, the people of Gaza, never give up no matter how many times we are hit. We are not asking for pity. We are asking for a chance — a chance to live, to rebuild, to open the books that were closed under the ashes. Help us come back… help us continue what our mothers began before they left. Help us plant hope again in this land that thirsts for life. 🇵🇸❤️
My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
To everyone reading this, to every heart that feels our pain, to every person who shared, donated, or prayed — thank you, from the depths of my soul. Your support is not just financial; it’s a message — a reminder that humanity still listens, that kindness still exists. Every word, every share, every dollar means the world to us. It tells us that somewhere out there, people still believe Gaza deserves to live. On behalf of my small family that remains, and in memory of my mother and sister who are gone — thank you for giving us a reason to keep going. ❤️ From Gaza, from the rubble — we still believe that goodness is stronger than war