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[fadijehadsaleh]

Prime Minister of friendly Slovenia: If the European Union does not act and pressure Israel regarding Gaza, we will act with countries that share our view to exert real pressure on Israel. He continued: "We are ready to do so, and the time is now."

[fadijehadsaleh]

Between Hunger and Danger: Our Food Comes Through Fire

In the country where we now live, getting food for my family means walking into a military zone. The process is filled with complex security steps, and every trip carries the risk of not coming back. We are not just hungry—we're unsafe, desperate, and clinging to survival.

Gaza

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[fadijehadsaleh]

A Cry from a Broken Heart: Help Us Save What’s Left

Our little daughter Hoor, just two years old, was martyred while playing outside the house we fled to escape the bombing.

We sought safety but found loss. Time passes as we race against hunger and danger. We need help to save what remains of this shattered life.

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[fadijehadsaleh]

One day, we were growing and maturing, dreaming and aspiring. We lived moments of joy and endured pain. We chased our desires and ventured into the fields of work. But now… our dreams have stopped, our aspirations have faded. Our world, once vast and open, has shrunk to a small, narrow space. From boundless skies to an unknown realm… This is what happened to my family after the devastating war uprooted their dreams, buried their ambitions, and obliterated their memories. Today, my family endures the harsh experience of displacement, living in a tent for months on end. My younger sister describes the struggles of life in the tent: how it burns like an oven under the sun, suffocating and airless, with no means of cooling. The tent feels like a greenhouse during the day, leaving its residents to suffer from the extreme heat of summer without protection, and offering no shelter from the bitter cold of winter. She mentions that our family’s tent is set up on a small plot of farmland, forcing us to live amid reptiles, rodents, insects, and venomous snakes, with no basic standards of cleanliness. She adds that life in the tent is especially harsh for women. It’s a place where even in the sweltering heat, they must stay fully dressed in outdoor clothes, with no freedom of movement. Everything happens inside the tent: lighting fires, cooking food, washing dishes, storing large containers of drinking water, and keeping water for bathing and daily cleaning. In essence, the tent means the loss of privacy—speaking in whispers inside your tent, only to hear a response from your neighbor in the next one. She goes on to say, “Every time I moved with my family, I lost a thread of the privacy I hold dear as a woman. Displacement and homelessness became defining features of my life.” a young man appealing to you to look upon my torn and displaced family with mercy.

Please grant them the chance to rebuild their lives in peace. I stand before your compassionate hearts, full of hope that you can help what remains of my family to secure a better life and to live in safety and security.

[fadijehadsaleh]

I feel a lump in my throat—I truly don’t know how to describe my emotions..!

*They placed us all in a tent, far away in the most distant corner from the city, by force, telling us: “Here is safety, here is escape from the threat of death”…

But the truth is, this is where true death exists.

The torment has consumed us entirely.

Each day, we lose more and more of ourselves,

and to describe our condition, we say:

Alive, yet dead; dead, yet still breathing.

The daily suffering of displacement:

In the morning—there’s the water line…

Then my brother walks vast distances in search of things that used to be simple,

but have now become painfully unreachable due to the cruel war—and for outrageous prices!

Every morning, my mother begins the difficult task of baking bread.

She waits her turn, paying and taking a number, to use what’s called the “mud oven.”

As for me, in a desperate attempt to escape thoughts of our uncertain fate,

I keep myself busy with the daily hardships here—

instead of crying over our reality—

while I bury inside me countless curses against the occup*ation.

These days, even the simplest things have become difficult!

How simple life used to be:

Bread

Water

Charging a phone

Tea

Fire

Warmth

Safety

Now, everything has become so incredibly hard.

How long are we meant to live this way day after day?!

I don’t know how one could ever get used to such a bitter feeling every single day!

I hope this suffering will end with our return to the city—

To our people, to the familiarity and comfort we lost…

To mornings with tea pots,

The voices of the neighborhood and the street vendors,

To memories and gatherings,

Conversations and neighbors’ stories,

To the joy and moments of togetherness.

“Save them from the remnants of war”

I plead with you to look upon my torn and displaced family with mercy—

Grant them a chance to live in peace.

I stand before your kind hearts with all hope,

to help what remains of my family,

to provide them a better life,

and to grant them the peace and safety they deserve.