Perhaps he was the victim of a bet between two soldiers, or a bored sniper, or... there are so many possibilities, but the result is the same: my cousin Khalil al-Masri went straight from the cafe to heaven, without guilt or justification; his identity alone was enough to make him a victim💔 I will love you forever, goodbye.

Since early this morning, I have been moving from one shop to another, searching for cleaning supplies and essential hygiene items needed by displaced families living in shelters and tents. I walk through the streets under the scorching sun, carrying lists, comparing prices, and doing my best to secure as many necessities as possible with the limited resources available. The work is exhausting, but it is nothing compared to the daily struggles of thousands of people who are trying to maintain the most basic standards of cleanliness, health, and dignity while living in extremely difficult conditions. What I witnessed inside the shelters has only strengthened my determination to continue. Children living in overcrowded spaces, mothers doing everything they can to protect their families, and entire households facing the constant risk of disease due to the severe shortage of hygiene supplies. That is why I keep going—searching, purchasing, organizing, and preparing these items despite the heat and exhaustion. Cleanliness is not a luxury; it is a necessity that protects people's health and preserves their dignity. Every bar of soap, every cleaning product, and every hygiene item can make a real difference for a family in need. I invite you to support this humanitarian initiative. Every contribution, no matter how small, helps us reach more vulnerable families and turn this effort into real impact on the ground. Together, we can bring a measure of hope and help people preserve their dignity during these incredibly difficult times🤍 📍paypal.me/NizarAlmasre