My name is Shaimaa. I am 23 years old, and I graduated with a Bachelor's degree in English Literature from Gaza. Graduating was never easy. I studied through fear, displacement, and the unimaginable hardships of war. After years of determination and sacrifice, I finally completed my degree.
However, I still cannot receive my university certificate because I cannot afford the remaining university fees. The war took everything from us. Our home was destroyed, along with the life we had built over many years. Today, my family and another family are living together in my grandmother's small two-room house. We sleep wherever there is space.
The summer heat is overwhelming, there is no privacy, and every morning begins with the same question: How will we make it through another day? I became the main provider for my family, but I refused to give up. I have done everything I can to support my loved ones while also helping other families in Gaza by providing clean water and food whenever possible. For several months, thanks to the kindness of generous people,
I was able to help those in need. Seeing a child drink clean water or a family receive food reminded me that compassion still exists in this world. Sadly, because of circumstances beyond my control, I was no longer able to continue these efforts. Even then, I refused to stop serving my community.
Today, I teach English to children and help them recover the education they have lost since the beginning of the war. Many children have missed years of school. Some struggle to read and write—not because they lack the ability, but because war has taken away their chance to learn. Every lesson I teach is my way of protecting a child's future and giving them hope again. My dream is not only to survive.
My dream is to create a small learning center that will grow into a safe school where children can learn, heal, and rebuild their futures. I want them to hold books instead of fear, to discover their talents instead of living with trauma, and to believe that they still have a future worth fighting for. Today, I humbly ask for your support.
Your donation is not just financial assistance. It is hope for a family that lost its home. It is an investment in children's education and their future. It is a reminder that kindness can still reach people who have lost almost everything. If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing my story.
Your share could reach someone who is able to make a life-changing difference. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read my story, for caring, and for standing with us. Every donation, every share, and every act of kindness gives us another reason to keep believing that better days are still possible.
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Hello, my name is Zenda I live in Japan, and I am the organizer of this campaign. I am dedicated to supporting families and individuals in urgent need, helping provide food, medicine, and basic necessities to those facing unimaginable hardships.
Our goal is to bring hope, relief, and a chance for a better life to those who need it most, and your support can make a real difference.
For many years, I’ve supported international organizations that provide humanitarian aid, help children and mothers, and assist families displaced by war. Since last year, I’ve been personally helping families in Gaza, witnessing firsthand the extreme challenges they face every day.