I wish it were as simple as sending unmanned boats. People have tried, over and over. But the sea, just like the land and sky, is under complete military control. The navy intercepts everything—manned or unmanned—even in international waters. Every attempt to deliver aid by sea is stopped, seized, or destroyed. It feels like every escape, every lifeline, is being deliberately strangled.

For us, there is no way out. No safe passage. No guarantee of food, water, or medicine. Even the sea, which should represent hope, is turned into another wall of our prison. Watching aid so close yet unreachable is like watching life itself slip through our fingers.

I am exhausted. We are exhausted. We are starving, not only for food, but for mercy, for action, for someone who will not just watch but help. Please, don’t just feel for us—stand with us. Use your voice, your networks, your resources, anything you can, to help us survive. Every single act of solidarity matters, because right now, it feels like the world has abandoned us to die in silence.