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I am writing this from Gaza.

For 1,000 days, our lives have been on hold. The plans we once had, our education, our work, our homes, and the simple routines we took for granted have all been replaced by one goal: surviving another day.

We have lost people we love. We have lost our home. We have been displaced again and again. Every day begins with uncertainty and ends with the hope that we will still be alive tomorrow.

Sometimes it feels like the world has moved on while we remain trapped in the same nightmare.

If you're reading this, please remember that behind every number is a real person, a real family, and a life forever changed.

Please don't forget Gaza.

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We are still being bombed almost every day. Strikes continue to hit crowded areas where civilians are trying to survive.

I hope people take the time to understand what is still happening in Gaza instead of assuming everything has returned to normal.

The areas under Israeli military control have continued to expand. Today, a large portion of Gaza is inaccessible to us, forcing most of the population into the remaining areas, where overcrowding has become part of daily life.

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Ever since the 18-year-old girl was killed while on her way to take her final exam, I have been unable to stop thinking about her.

I was close to that strike. My sister was close to it too. She could have been killed that day as well.

What breaks my heart most is that this young woman was simply trying to reach her future. She was on her way to take an exam, carrying hopes and dreams like any student. Instead, her life was taken before she had the chance to live it.

I keep thinking about her family. I cannot imagine the pain of losing an only daughter.

Maybe this affects me so deeply because I know what loss feels like. During this war, 30 members of my extended family have been killed. I know the emptiness that follows a phone call, a name, a piece of news that changes your life forever.

Since that day, I have been living with even more fear. Fear that one day my family will receive the same devastating news. Fear of losing another person I love.

How long are we supposed to live with this anxiety, this grief, and this constant expectation of loss?

Please do not let everything happening in the world make you forget Gaza.

Behind every headline are families carrying pain that never truly leaves them.

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An Israeli strike targeted a civilian car near me. I survived once again, but unfortunately, not everyone does.

An 18-year-old girl who was on her way to take her Tawjihi exams was killed in this strike. She was trying to continue her education despite all the circumstances and challenges around her.

I keep thinking: what was her fault? She was just a student trying to complete her exams and hold on to her future.

I survived today, but after seeing the news of her death, I found myself wishing that I had not survived. It is painful to realize that while some of us escape these moments, others lose their lives while simply trying to continue living.

May she rest in peace.

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For the third consecutive year, students have been forced to take these exams electronically because of the conditions we are living through.

Seeing this brought back memories of my own experience with these exams. I still remember the stress, the uncertainty, and the feeling that many students were not given the opportunities or fairness they deserved.

This situation is not normal. Students should not have to take one of the most important exams of their lives from shelters, damaged homes, tents, or places lacking stability and basic necessities.

My heart goes out to every student sitting for these exams today. They have already endured more than most people can imagine.

I sincerely hope this year's students are treated fairly and that their hard work is respected. More than anything, I hope the day comes soon when students in Gaza can return to real classrooms, sit for their exams in person, and focus on their future instead of simply trying to survive.

Education should be a path toward hope, not another struggle added to an already difficult life

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How much longer will this continue?

What did we do to deserve a life like this?

We have lost our homes, our stability, our plans, and many of the people we love. Every day brings more fear, more uncertainty, and more loss.

Sometimes it feels like the world has moved on while we are still trapped in the same nightmare.

We are exhausted. We spend our days worrying about water, food, shelter, and whether we will make it through another night safely.

I am not writing this to start an argument. I am writing this because I want people to understand that behind the headlines are real families, real lives, and real pain.

We are tired of loss. Tired of fear. Tired of feeling forgotten.

I just want to know: does anyone else feel like the world has stopped listening to Gaza?

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This is a question I ask myself every day as I look at my family's situation.

We constantly hear about aid entering Gaza and being distributed. We see some families receiving support from different organizations, yet my family has received almost nothing.

No regular food assistance. No support that helps us get through these difficult conditions.

My family and I are struggling every day, and whenever we hear about a new aid distribution, we wonder if our turn will finally come. But it never does.

I'm not writing this out of jealousy toward anyone. Every family in Gaza deserves help. I'm simply asking an honest question: How is this aid being distributed? And what are families supposed to do when they continue to receive nothing?

Like thousands of other families, we are trying to stay strong and survive. But feeling forgotten while facing these circumstances is incredibly painful.

Is anyone else experiencing the same thing? Does anyone know how families can follow up with organizations or register to receive assistance?

Thank you for reading

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Last night, around this same time, my older cousin was killed.

Since then, one question has not left my mind:

How much longer will we keep saying goodbye to the people we love?

How much longer will families wake up to loss?

How much longer will mothers bury their children, and children grow up without the people who meant the most to them?

We have become exhausted from grief.

Every time we try to heal, a new wound opens. Every time we try to hold on to hope, another loved one is taken from us.

I am tired of seeing names turn into memories.

Tired of hearing condolences instead of hearing laughter.

Tired of living in a reality where death arrives faster than peace.

Last night, it was my cousin. Tomorrow, who knows whose turn it will be?

How much longer must we live like this?

How much longer must we keep burying our loved ones while the world watches?

May he rest in peace, and may no family have to experience this pain. 💔