Two days ago, an innocent little girl was brutally killed, and the image of her still breaks every heart.
A week before that, a high school senior, the only child of her family, was killed too, taking all her dreams with her.
Tents burn. Cars burn. Homes collapse on the families inside them. Every tragedy becomes a trending topic for a day—if it lasts two or three days, that's considered long. Then another catastrophe happens, and the previous one is forgotten, as if our lives are nothing more than headlines to scroll past.
For nearly 1,000 days, we have been reduced to numbers, headlines, and trending stories used for sympathy and views.
We've reached the point where even speaking about the crimes committed against us hurts our dignity, as if we are begging the world for a moral stand, for justice, or simply for a little humanity.
But true justice belongs to God. The world claims to value compassion and rights, yet it turns away from the rights of the people of Gaza.
If the world's conscience has failed us, there are still kind hearts that can make a real difference.
My name is Yaser, and I am trying to keep my family alive under these unimaginable conditions in Gaza. If you are able to donate—even a small amount—it would mean more than words can express and help us meet our most basic needs. If you cannot donate, please consider sharing my story with others who might be able to help.
Thank you to everyone who stands with us, through a donation, a share, or even a prayer. 🤍🇵🇸
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