My Story…
In the middle of rubble and hardship, 8-year-old Amina still finds ways to smile. Her shoes are worn thin, and the streets around her have turned to dust, but every morning she races her younger brother to the edge of the refugee camp. It’s not just a game — it’s their way of holding on to hope.
While we run on clear roads, surrounded by safety, Amina runs through chaos — not for fitness, but for survival.
This year, we’re running for her.
Every kilometer we complete is a step toward delivering food, medicine, and dignity to families in Gaza who have lost everything. We can’t rebuild homes with our feet, but we can carry their stories and raise the funds that bring real change.