He Sells Bleach to Survive. But He’s Ready to Die

He is only 24 years old.

In another world, another place, he might have been building a future, dreaming of love, freedom, or maybe just a quiet life. But in Gaza, in a tent surrounded by broken families and broken buildings,

carries the weight of too many lives on his thin shoulders.

He has no father — the man who once stood by him is gone. His mother is paralyzed, helpless. His sister is a widow, relying on him for everything. Two of his brothers are prisoners, and their wives and children now live with him, in the same makeshift shelter.

He is not married. He has no one to hold him at the end of the day. But he holds everyone else.

He had already tried to end his life once. The silence he sat in afterward was not of peace, but of unfinished suffering. He didn’t die — not yet. But the thoughts haven’t left. The idea that the only escape from this war, from this poverty, from this collapsing dignity… is death.

With the help of a volunteer, he was given 100 shekels — just enough to buy a few bottles of bleach. Not to drink, not to die with, but to sell.

He started walking around the camp, offering bleach to families just trying to keep their children clean in a world of dirt and sickness.

it wasn’t enough

But it wasn’t enough.

He says it openly, with no fear, only fatigue in his eyes:
“If this is what survival looks like, maybe I don’t want it.”

This is not a story of laziness, nor of despair without cause. This is a man whose life has been turned into a battlefield. Not by choice, not by failure — but by war.

War didn’t kill him with bombs. It crushed him with responsibility. With humiliation. With loneliness.

Every day he watches the ones he loves needing him, and he has nothing to give. No job, future, quiet and roof. And yet, they look to him.

He walks miles just to sell cleaning supplies. And yet, he comes home with tears in his throat, because the pain doesn’t clean away.

This is Gaza.

This is war.

Not only explosions. But souls cracking under pressure.

Men wishing for death not out of selfishness, but because life no longer offers a place for them.

He is 24.
He Sells Bleach to Survive

And he is ready to die.