I’m writing these words to you from inside Gaza City, and I say this with complete honesty: the reality here has become far worse than you can truly imagine. Poverty has affected more than 90% of people here. Tents are packed tightly together in overcrowded camps; they have worn out, torn apart, and filled with holes, and they no longer protect us from the heat, cold, or rain. The area of the city where we can actually live is no more than 30%, and every day, homes that survived the war are being targeted. Skin diseases are spreading frighteningly among children. Hospitals are out of service, and dental clinics have also started shutting down. There is an extreme shortage of water, foreign organizations have almost completely stopped operating, and cars are beginning to break down because of the lack of engine oil and spare parts. Education has completely collapsed, and the very limited supplies entering Gaza are nowhere near enough. Life here is almost completely nonexistent. We live on promises, but nothing changes except that the suffering grows, needs multiply, and every day life becomes harsher and more complicated. Gaza is not coming back to life… we are simply trying not to die.