I wish I could go to Gaza... a plea from my aching heart.

My true hope...

Sometimes a person falls in love with something unknown that they have never seen. And they do not know it completely; only the heart finds a direction to it, and then returning becomes impossible.

This story began when the war started in Gaza on October 7.

when pictures and videos began to show the daily atrocities occurring in Gaza after that day.

After watching all these videos and images, it is impossible for anyone's heart not to be shattered with pain.

Well

Before the atrocities in Gaza, I was only familiar with the name 'Palestine,' but I knew nothing about 'Gaza.'

Then I started to learn about Gaza after the war. I watched images and videos of the living conditions of the people there before the war from various places on the internet. I saw their way of life, the interactions of people in the streets, children playing, people's smiles, and above all, when I saw the streets of Gaza, that love and simplicity... it touched my heart.

After seeing all this, I developed such a strong attachment to Gaza that I began to deeply regret why I did not go to Gaza earlier.

I started to curse myself, tears began to flow from my eyes, and these words started to emerge from my heart:

"I wish I had known about Gaza earlier,

I could spend some time there,

Or I wish I were a resident there.

But then I think that even if I had known earlier,

So which economic strength did I have or what power did I possess that I could go to Gaza?

And I do not have the ability to go to Gaza today.

Well

Last night I had a dream.

that I am present in Gaza...

I was watching people, and I was crying because of the atrocities they faced,

And my heart was saying this:

"I would go hungry myself, but I would feed these oppressed people."

In the dream, I was feeling hungry, and the feeling was that I would help them in every possible way.

Then my eyes open,

And my heart aches even more.

If only I could have gone to Gaza before the war.

Or I should go to Gaza right now.

But I know that I have no wealth, power, or authority.

But still, there is a heart, there are feelings, there is pain.

If only I could go to Gaza.

I wish I could share in their sorrow.

But I have faith in God that one day I will definitely go to Gaza.

And my dream will surely be fulfilled one day.

May Allah turn the patience of the oppressed people of Gaza into peace, and grant me a way to become one who helps them.