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Keep supporting Hani's family in any way you can!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hani’s Story: Struggles and Hope in a Time of War

In a world full of noise and fast-moving events, we are living in a profound silence, as if we have vanished from existence without anyone hearing our voice. My family and I live in harsh conditions in a school that has been turned into a shelter for displaced people in southern Gaza, under unbearable heat and in a place filled with pain and tears.

We’ve lost our home, we’ve lost everything, even the sense of safety. I live with my sick mother who suffers from chronic illnesses and requires constant care, my brother who was injured in a previous accident and now lives with a 70% disability, and my younger siblings who don’t understand why we are living in such difficult conditions.

Each day that passes, I feel like we are sinking deeper into our suffering. Every message I send goes unanswered, as if we are invisible, as if we are living in this world only to witness our pain without anyone noticing us. Yet, despite all this, I still hold onto hope, believing that there are people who will hear us, who will care about what we are going through. Not for the sake of money, but so that we can feel that we still matter, that someone remembers us.

I am not asking you for money, I am simply asking you to share my story, to ask about us, to remember us in your prayers or your posts. The hope that I am trying to hold onto for my family is slowly fading, and I need someone to acknowledge our existence, to lift this heavy silence surrounding us.

By sharing this story, you can make a big difference. Nothing is harder than feeling forgotten, but every word, every share, every small gesture can bring back hope for a better tomorrow. We are not asking for much, just that you be part of this hope.

Your support means hope to us.

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Thank you for your care.

My campaign is legitimate and fully documented. You can verify this through the following links:

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Every support or share makes a big difference and restores hope in our lives.

Thank you for your care and support, which gives us the strength to continue.

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