My name is Jumana, from Gaza. My brother’s legs were wounded in the war. He now suffers from diabetes and needs urgent surgery. We lost our home and income. Most days, we eat only once — sometimes not at all. We’re not asking for luxury. We’re asking for life: food, rent, medicine, hope. Please share our story. Gaza still breathes — beneath rubble, behind pain — we’re still here. – Jumana
6 Jul 2025 1 minute read 0 comments GazaVoice
I never thought I’d have to write something like this… But here I am, writing with the only thing I still have — my words — to protect what’s left of my life. My name is Jumana, and I’m from Gaza. Many people hear about the war, but few truly know...
