This is the reality we live every day in Gaza… 💔 Today, a bullet struck the walls of our home, and we survived this time, Alhamdulillah. But one question keeps haunting me: Where will the bullet strike next time? And will we be lucky enough to survive again? Our lives have become a daily routine of fear and anxiety. We try to stay strong and hold on to life despite the unbearable circumstances we face. At any moment, silence can turn into terror, and the sound of gunfire can shatter whatever little sense of safety we have left. Despite all this fear, we try to create simple family moments for ourselves and our children, holding on to whatever remains of our lives. Our dreams are simple. All we want is to live in peace and feel safe inside our own home, without fearing what might happen in the very next moment. We are not asking for a perfect life. We are simply asking for a life where we don’t have to fear that a bullet could strike our children at any moment. This is our life in Gaza… We keep trying to stay strong while the circumstances forced upon us are far beyond what we can bear. 💔🇵🇸