From the heart of Gaza, I write these words, not knowing if tomorrow will come. My family lives under bombardment, fear, and hunger, without a safe home, without a source of income, and without medicine. Our house was destroyed, and the sky is all we have left to shelter us. My children sleep on the ground, shivering from the cold and fear, asking me: When will we eat? When will we be safe? And I have no answer. My father is sick and needs urgent treatment, and my mother tries to hide her tears so the family doesn't fall apart. We stand for hours for a little water, and sometimes days go by without bread. We don't ask for much… we only ask for a chance to survive.