My name is Soliman — a young man and student from Gaza, carrying a burden far heavier than my age. Between my studies and the hardships of life, I try to be the backbone of my family in the most difficult of times.

We once had a small farm — olive and citrus trees, and a greenhouse where we planted not just crops, but dreams.

That farm was our only source of income, and more than that, it was a place full of memories, of hope, and of the laughter that once made life a little easier.

But in a single moment, everything was gone.

A fire reduced our years of effort to ashes.

We lost our source of living, our stability — and with it, a part of our souls.

Now, despite the pain, I’m trying to start over. I’m doing everything I can to keep my family standing, to find even the smallest light of hope that might restore our strength, dignity, and sense of humanity.

This is my sister —

She’s still so young, but the weight of war and loss has touched her tender life in ways no child should experience.

I dream of a future where she can smile again, eat well, go to school, and grow up safely — just like every child deserves.

I share these words with honesty and hope, praying they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even just share our story with others.

If you’re able to support us in any way, here is the link to our GoFundMe campaign:

❤️ https://gofund.me/da782c66

Every share, every kind word, every small donation could be a lifeline for us.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.