Couple of days ago, Al-Roaya Tower in Gaza was bombed and turned into rubble. A building that once stood tall is now nothing but dust and broken concrete. My brother and I stood in front of it today to take this photo not because we wanted to, but because it’s important for the world to see what has been destroyed. Behind us, people were climbing over the ruins, trying to find anything they could save. These weren’t just walls; they were homes, families, and memories that disappeared in a moment.

Living in Gaza now feels like waking up every morning to another loss. Every day, another place we knew is gone, another family is left without shelter, and more people are struggling to survive. When a tower like Al-Roaya collapses, it isn’t only stone that falls it’s the sense of safety and hope for hundreds of people who suddenly have nowhere to go.

For me, I am 17, and this year was supposed to be my Tawjihi year the most important stage of high school in Palestine, the one that decides our future in university. Instead of focusing on my studies, my family and I spend our days worrying about survival. We don’t have a safe home anymore, and we face constant struggles with water, food, and even basic hygiene. Life has become about just making it through each day.

I share this because I don’t want our reality to be unseen. Behind every destroyed building, there are families like mine trying to keep going with whatever strength we have left. If you’d like to know how you can stand with us, you can check my profile. help keep Gaza’s voice alive.