💔 I’m Ibrahim… Carrying My Family on My Back, With Empty Pockets

💔 I’m Ibrahim… Carrying My Family on My Back, With Empty Pockets
A young man from Gaza—holding my family together with nothing but strength, silence, and faith.

My name is Ibrahim, and I’m just a young man from Gaza.
Not a soldier. Not a leader. Just a son trying to keep his family alive.

🧓 My mother is ill—her body is fragile, and hunger hurts more than her sickness.
🩼 My father is injured—he can no longer work, and every movement brings him pain.
🧒 And my younger siblings… they look at me for hope, and I have nothing but patience.

🛑 No income
🛑 No job
🛑 No food
🛑 No warmth
Just fear… prayers… and a kind of patience that’s running out.

Every morning, I go out early—hoping to find anything:
A piece of bread, a few hours of work, someone kind enough to care.
I often return with nothing. Sometimes, I come back with half of something.
But always—with a heavy heart that hasn’t rested in months.

My mother needs medicine.
My father suffers silently.
My siblings sleep on the cold floor—with no blankets, no food, and no childhood.
And me… I try not to cry in front of them.

💔 I’m not asking for miracles.
I’m asking for a chance to survive.
A chance to stand tall—just enough to hold my family together.

✨ Your donation today can mean:

🍞 Bread on the table
💊 Medicine for my mother
🛏️ Warmth for my siblings
💚 And the strength I need… to keep carrying them.

Please—be the reason we don’t fall apart.
Help me be the son who doesn’t break, even when everything else around us has.

🕊️ Be part of our story. And help change it.