Short Story
France
A message from Liana in Gaza:
I have lived through every war in Gaza since 2008. But nothing absolutely nothing has been as terrifying, as soul-crushing, as what we are living through now.
For the past two years, we have not lived. We have simply survived. We wake up each day not knowing if we will see the next. Every moment is a test of endurance. Every night, we fall asleep to the sound of explosions and pray we’ll open our eyes again.
My name is Liana. I am an artist and designer, born into a family of musicians and dreamers. We used to fill our days with, drawings, and laughter. We believed in life, in creativity, in beauty. But that joy has been silenced. Today, the only sound that echoes in our minds is fear. The colors have faded. The music has stopped.
We are exhausted emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But still, we cling to one last thread of hope.
All I want now is to help my family survive. To reach a place that values art, creation, and life. To feel safe for the first time in two years.
If you’re reading this, please don’t let this be just another story you scroll past. This is our life. This is our cry for help.
Be the reason a family of artists survives. Be the reason our music plays again. Be the reason we live.
Your support won’t just help us endure it will bring us back to life.
Sheila Casey
A family of artists. A life of ashes.
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Campaign Story
France
A message from Liana in Gaza:
I have lived through every war in Gaza since 2008. But nothing absolutely nothing has been as terrifying, as soul-crushing, as what we are living through now.
For the past two years, we have not lived. We have simply survived. We wake up each day not knowing if we will see the next. Every moment is a test of endurance. Every night, we fall asleep to the sound of explosions and pray we’ll open our eyes again.
My name is Liana. I am an artist and designer, born into a family of musicians and dreamers. We used to fill our days with, drawings, and laughter. We believed in life, in creativity, in beauty. But that joy has been silenced. Today, the only sound that echoes in our minds is fear. The colors have faded. The music has stopped.
We are exhausted emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But still, we cling to one last thread of hope.
All I want now is to help my family survive. To reach a place that values art, creation, and life. To feel safe for the first time in two years.
If you’re reading this, please don’t let this be just another story you scroll past. This is our life. This is our cry for help.
Be the reason a family of artists survives. Be the reason our music plays again. Be the reason we live.
Your support won’t just help us endure it will bring us back to life.
Sheila Casey