An Italian American smooth bear living in Rome thinking about the past and pondering about the future. I used to be a club kid in N.Y.C. named Goldy Loxxx, from 1988 to 1996.
The War Is Almost Overā¦ but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isnāt like it was in the early daysāthe sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the painā¦ it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
Iām writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild whatās left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replacedāhomes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still hereā¦ holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long roadā¦ there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memoryāand rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuildānot just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that weāve been missing for so long.
Weāre not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do aloneāit is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contributionāno matter how smallāmakes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost overā¦ but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Naser AbuThaher. Iām 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
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Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
āCharlie Kirk did not deserve to be assassinated, but Iām overwhelmed seeing the flags of the United States of America at half-staff calling this nation to honor and venerate a man who was an unapologetic racist.ā
ā Pastor Howard-John Wesley, Alfred Street Baptist Church
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