We had just sent a truck full of water to Gaza. Every drop counted families were waiting, lining up with empty bottles, hoping to quench their thirst. But then… the truck emptied. The water was gone. And in that instant, desperation took over. People began to fight. Not out of anger, but out of survival. Mothers clutched their children, tears streaming down their faces. Men shouted in fear and frustration. Children cried out, reaching for the last remaining drops. The scene w

Today, Gaza felt a little brighter. When our food aid arrived, the streets usually heavy with silence began to fill with soft laughter and curious footsteps. Children hurried forward, eyes shining with a kind of hope that has been waiting quietly inside them for far too long. The moment they opened the boxes, everything changed. Their smiles grew wide, their voices louder, their spirits lighter. It was as if, for a little while, the weight of the past months lifted, replaced

Today, the streets of Gaza were alive with laughter and joy. Thanks to the Lily Jay Foundation, clean drinking water reached families who have gone too long without it. Children ran with bottles in hand, their faces lighting up with wonder and relief. Mothers watched with tears, grateful for a small but monumental moment of safety and care. This was more than water. It was life, dignity, and a message that no one is forgotten. Every drop delivered by the Lily Jay Foundation c