My name is Dana, and my little sister is Farah. I am 16 years old, and we live in Gaza. Before the war, our lives were simple, filled with dreams and hope for a better future. But everything has changed. I have endured five wars, but this one is unlike any other. This war has taken everything and reshaped our lives.Our home, which was once a safe haven for our family, is now nothing but rubble. In the blink of an eye, we lost everything—our memories, our dreams, and our sense of safety. We were forced to flee to the southern part of Gaza, but even here, there is no peace. My school is now a small tent shared with other children. There is no warmth, no protection from the cold, and no hope for a better tomorrow.My little sister, Farah, who should be laughing and playing like any other child, is living a nightmare. Since the war began, she has lost her home, her toys, and her innocence. She sleeps on the cold ground, waking up every day to the terrifying sounds of bombings, wondering if she will survive another day. Her eyes are filled with fear, and she often asks me, "Will we make it through the night?"Farah is always hungry. The little food we have barely fills our stomachs. Her frail body grows weaker from illness, but there are no medicines or enough doctors here to help. Her only dream is to feel safe again, to have enough food, and to live a childhood free of fear and pain.As for me, I do everything I can to stay strong for her and for our family. We lost our mother, who was once the heart of our home—she was injured in a bombing and is now unable to move. Our father, who used to work tirelessly to provide for us, can no longer work. We are left with no income, struggling to survive under the most impossible conditions.Every day in this tent is a battle.
