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"When the house falls, the voice remains" — A message from Gaza, written by Abdelmajid ✍️
In a time where news is just numbers, and images pass in seconds, there are faces that remain. I am one of them.
My name is Abdelmajid. I don't carry an extraordinary story — I share what has sadly become ordinary in Gaza: Waking up to find no roof above me 🏚️, calling out to my mother and hearing no reply 💔, surviving a certain death… only to face the daily battle to live.
We used to believe war was a moment that would pass. But we’ve learned it may begin… and never end. It doesn’t just take homes — it takes childhood, voices, the faces we love.
Since that day, I no longer have a little world called my room. No key. No quiet corner. What remains? Fragments of memory… and a flicker of hope I carry every time my niece looks at me and asks, "Why did this happen to us?" 👧
I’m not writing for pity, nor for passing sadness. I write because we need a voice — someone to carry our story back into the rhythm of this loud world 🌍

You may not be able to end the war, but you can ease its cruelty on those who survived. You can extend a hand to someone trying to rebuild from rubble 🤝
Whether you donate, share, or simply read these words to the end — your action may go unseen by cameras, but it makes a real difference ✨
From my heart, and from the heart of Gaza: Thank you for still seeing the human behind the headlines 🕊️
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