Help my family in gaza and create hope

Hello.

My name is Ahmed, I am not more than fifteen years old, I was supposed to be in school, among my classmates, but the war changed everything, I could not go back to school, I do not know until this moment if the school existed or if my classmates were alive, I now live in a tent, after I used to live in our house, our house was not big, but it could have all of us, we and my brothers for more than twenty years, but now it no longer exists, it has become just memories, Heap of rubble. Like every child in the world I was supposed to walk in the park, play football, climb trees, laugh a lot, but I spend my day standing in endless queues, there is a water queue, a food queue, a bathroom queue, many times when your turn comes the water is over, and if you are lucky you will have enough food to feed a bird not for human. Fifteen years, and all I know about the world is death in its worst forms, non-stop funerals, corpses thrown in the streets, hunger and thirst, I was supposed to be a child but I grew up early.