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Run by Divya.

Please, don't look away. Don't become numb to the suffering. I am doing everything I can to support my family and help them survive through these impossible conditions. Any support or even sharing their story can make a real difference.

While children continue to die and families continue to lose the people they love, those of us with family in G*za are forced to watch from far away, completely helpless, waiting for a message or a phone call that tells us they survived another day.

Just moments ago, there were more attacks and bombardments. And still, children are being killed. Children are still being pulled from the destruction with devastating injuries, while others do not survive.

They see a headline saying things have changed, and they move on. But families like mine are still living inside the consequences. I don't want my family's suffering to become invisible simply because the world's attention has moved somewhere else.

And for me, being away from them makes everything even harder. I wake up and check my phone. I wait for messages. I worry about whether they have eaten, whether they are safe, and whether there will be another terrible thing I cannot protect them from. This is the part people don't always see.

Destruction does not disappear because the cameras move on. Hunger does not disappear because people stop sharing G*za on their timelines. Fear does not disappear simply because the world becomes tired of hearing about it. For my family, survival is still something we have to think about every day.

People keep saying that the war has stopped, as if those words alone are supposed to bring peace back to G*za. But I need to ask something: Has anything actually stopped for the families who are still there?

My family is still in G*za. My younger sisters are still there. Every time I see another injured woman or child, I wonder if the next image I see will be someone I love. How many more lives have to be destroyed before the world decides that enough is enough?

There is nothing normal about watching women and children suffer like this. There is nothing just about their deaths. And there is nothing humane about becoming so accustomed to it that we stop looking.

Where are this woman’s rights? Is this what justice looks like? Is it normal for a woman of her age to lose the use of her hand, to have her body torn apart, while the world watches through a screen and then scrolls past?