The war did not choose our engagement date or the place of our marriage. We got engaged before the war, then shells and distance tore us apart. A year and a half of living on waiting. During a short ceasefire, we finally met and got married with no home, no celebration, no safety only two hearts exhausted by patience. Now we are waiting for our first child, and we ask in a quiet voice: How is a child born in a tent? How do we give him warmth when we are searching for it ourselves? #gaza

Parents go to register their children at educational centers, not asking for privileges, only for a desk and a chance to learn. Instead, they are told that registration is closed, that the numbers are far beyond capacity, and that their children must wait on endless lists. The children leave without enrollment, without classrooms, without books, without teachers losing not just time, but a future being taken from them simply because there is no room. #gaza #palestine

I was a children’s teacher, giving my students their pocket money before the war. I was never in need, and I was never a beggar. Today I have lost my job and everything, and I’ve become marginalized, as if my suffering is invisible everyone ignores me here. We are not weak… we are simply exhausted. Please donate or share this post #gaza #palestine gofundme: https://gofund.me/55f61573 PayPal:

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Today is Palestinian Teachers’ Day. I am a teacher from Gaza, but I am out of work because of the war. I no longer teach lessons or write on the board. Today, I’m running after water, running after food, searching for a place to charge my phone, drowning in water, shivering from the cold. This is how a teacher’s day passes in Gaza… not in classrooms, but in tents, just trying to stay alive