My name is Malak, and I am 18 years old. I am from Gaza. Before the war, I had dreams like any other girl my age. I studied hard and completed high school, and my dream was to attend university and study Interior Design Engineering. I believed that education was my path to building a better future for myself and my family. But the war has taken everything away. Today, I do not live in a home, but in a torn tent that is unlivable. Wind, rain, and cold enter from every side, and we do not feel safe even while sleeping. I live with my family, which includes my parents, four sisters, and one brother. We try to stay strong, but life is difficult. My mother is sick with thyroid disease and needs continuous tests and treatment, but the costs are very high, and we cannot afford them. What hurts me the most is seeing her suffer and not being able to help her. We live in Gaza amid war and violence. Children around us are scared all the time. The sounds of bombing never stop, and fear has
