To those who don’t know me, my name is Abdelmajid — and this is what remains of my story… ✍️
Every time I try to write, images rush through my mind: The sound of explosions, the cries of children, my mother trying to comfort us while her heart trembles, and my father staring at the sky as if asking it, "Will this night ever end?"
I’m from Gaza 🇵🇸 — a place where survival has become a daily achievement. A land that doesn’t sleep, doesn’t rest, and never truly heals. Our home didn’t survive, and many of my loved ones didn’t either. I am one of the few who made it out from under the rubble… not by strength, but by chance. Still, I chose to speak.
I don’t write to complain or to beg for pity… I write to say: we are still here. We’re still trying. We still believe that goodness hasn’t completely faded, and that somewhere out there are hearts that still care ❤️
If you’ve read this far, you’re one of the rare people who chose to stop, to read, to care. And that alone gives us new hope ✨
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
If you can help — even with a word or a share — know that it truly makes a difference. And if you choose to donate, you're giving more than money… you're giving life.
Thank you to everyone who still carries Gaza in their heart, Thank you for giving us a moment of your time, Thank you for choosing to be human 🕊️