My name is Shahd, I’m 17 years old, from Gaza. I used to live with my family and siblings in a simple home, full of love, laughter, and dreams. But sadly… everything is gone.
The bombing destroyed our house — the place where we used to feel safe, where we used to rest, where we lived.
Now, my siblings and I live on hope. We try to stay strong despite the destruction, the hunger, and the fear that never leaves us.
I don’t want anything big, and I don’t dream of a luxurious life… I just want to feel safe again — to have a bed to sleep on without the sound of terror, to find a bite of food for me and my family without having to fight each other out of hunger.
Every day is harder than the one before… and I’m writing these words not just to complain, but to make my voice heard.
If my words reach your heart, help us, support us, share our story.
We haven’t lost our humanity — we just need to find people who still feel with us.