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.
I share these words with honesty and hope, hoping they reach a kind heart — someone who can help, or even simply share my story with others who might be able to.
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From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking a moment to read my story.
