Today marks 700 days of war in Gaza… seven hundred days of bombing, siege, hunger, and destruction. Seven hundred days of losing loved ones, of sleeping in tents, of searching for a piece of bread to feed a child, of waiting for relief that never comes.
I am Rewaa from Gaza. I am 32 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to preserve his family. I am married and a mother of two chil
💔 In these days, we do not count time in hours—we count it in lives lost, dreams buried, and hearts broken.
👩👧👦 I am a mother, struggling every day to keep my children alive. We have lost our home, we have lost our safety—but we have not lost hope. Because hope is the only thing that has not been bombed.
📢 A call to everyone reading this:
Help us with whatever you can—donate, share, pray for us.
Every word, every prayer, every dollar could be a lifeline for a hungry child or an exhausted mother.
🛑 Don’t wait for someone else. Be the difference. Be the light in this darkness
Think carefully with me. Gaza is experiencing the most difficult conditions these days. You can't just look at words. Do something. Donate, participate, help us with anything. No more silence. My family and I depend on your donations here so that we can live in peace.And remember well, the best thing you can do is help the oppressed in Gaza Donate here













