I am in awe of how much you've given me, to support the most desperate families in my camp. My community is strUggling to meet even their most basic needs without losing their dignity, and your support has made a real difference. I have witnessed so much, more than I can even begin to describe.

I feel an urgency to share something that happened last night while I was at work. I met an elderly mother who came to the hospital with her granddaUghter, who had suffered dental trauma. They couldn't reach a dentist, not because help didn't exist, but because they couldn't afford the transportation to get there. She was helped. You have helped more than you Can imagine.

My house. Third floor.

I go home to my house, while many families with children are forced to live in tents and torn shelters, holding on just to survive under the weight of injustice. I don't know how they endure it, when I can barely endure it myself.

I'm in a very dark place, so dark that peace and hope feel like they'll never Come, not even in a hundred lifetimes. Right now, the only things that feel real are pain and suffering. This is it for us. I'm overwhelmed with anger and hurt at what's happening, and it's hard to hold on to anything else.

Or maybe I've just exhausted myself to the point where this is all I can feel.

It is unbearable. Beyond heartbreaking. We are living in constant agony, struggling through the Worst conditions, that has been created on earth. Allah is just, and He is our only hope, but humanity is our only chance.

But how have we become so cruel to one another? We weren't meant to live our entire lives under oppression, were we.

This is what it can feel like to be Palestinian, you are killed, imprisoned, or left to endure endless suffering. These seem to be the only possibilities so far. I felt a deep depression when a man I had been caring for at the hospital died last night, just hours after he arrived. He lived in pain, and he died in pain