Hello, my name is Mohammed, and I’m from Gaza.
I know this message might be seen as annoying by some — it may be ignored, rejected, or even get me blocked…
But I wrote it because every other door has closed, and I have no other way to express this pain except through these words.
I am a teacher of young children.
My mission was to teach them letters and dreams.
But today, I stand helpless — I have no books, no desks, not even a loaf of bread to offer.
I’m ashamed to admit that I can’t provide even the most basic human needs… not for myself, and certainly not for those around me.
Gaza is not a normal place.
We live under the rubble of death, suffocated by a siege that has stripped away every form of beauty.
Our schools have been destroyed, and the innocence in our children’s eyes now searches only for shelter, warmth, and a chance to live.
I’m not asking for luxury.
I’m only asking for a helping hand — a hand of mercy, a kind word, or even a silent prayer.
All I want is to keep standing… to continue my mission… and to bring back a flicker of hope to those who’ve lost everything.
You are people of generosity and compassion.
This message is not one of weakness, but a last attempt to say: there is still a spark of hope left in us — please don’t leave us alone.
I hope my words reach you in peace and comfort.
And maybe… just maybe… your response could be the light that rises from beneath the rubble.
For those who are able to help, here is the donation link: https://gofund.me/55f61573