Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing ā bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life ānot a child of war.
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A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
Sheās learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things ā as if she doesnāt see the destruction around her.
She doesnāt know the word āloss.ā
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in ā whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says āmama,ā everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls ā but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
Iām not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on ā to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
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To everyone reading this ā thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation ā it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again ā
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
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.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Because Gaza has no working banking system, we use my brother U.S. Stripe account to safely process donations for our family. Nothing is hidden ā every dollar goes where it should. We are ready to show proof of anything, at any time.
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.
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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.
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