Support is not empty words. It is not hashtags and whispered sympathies. Support is a stance. It is speaking when you are told to be silent, moving when you are forced into stillness, sacrificing even a fraction of your comfort for a people being erased before your eyes. To those who have done this, to those who continue to fight for us in any way they can. I thank you.. Your voice matters.

You fear speaking out because you are afraid of the consequences? I live every moment suffocating under the weight of consequences I never chose. I do not die, but I am not alive. I survive, but at what cost? I watch life around me shrink and wither. I see the sick perish without medicine. I am trapped from all sides, choking, waiting for my turn in a long, cruel line of suffering.

I do not ask for the impossible. I do not ask you to be under the bombs with us. But I ask you to use what you have; your voice, your platform, your influence. To make your stance clear. To refuse to be part of a world that rewards silence in the face of genocide. Do something; anything, other than watch.

I do not ask you to feel the hunger in your bones. I do not ask you to understand that our fear is not about losing a job or a paycheck; it is about losing everything. It is about waking up to find our homes gone, our families in pieces, our children buried beneath the rubble. It is about surviving, again and again, while the world debates whether we deserve to.

But those who claim to support Gazan in words alone; who whisper their sympathies in private but stay silent when it matters! I ask you, what is your support worth if it costs you nothing? What does it mean to “stand with Gaza” if you are too afraid to truly stand?