the wind talks back

My name is Noor, and I am a mother of three children, living in Gaza. I am 32 years old, and my children are Yamen (5 years old), Tala (11 years old), and Yara (9 years old). Our lives were filled with hope and dreams before the war changed everything. Now, we find ourselves with nothing but devastation around us, and no one to turn to.

My husband has been missing since the start of the war, and we have no information about his whereabouts or condition. Our home was completely destroyed, and in the midst of the destruction, I was severely injured by an airstrike, which left me with severe damage to my right and left hands. I can no longer move my right hand, and I have undergone two surgeries so far. My left leg also had to be treated with a metal plate, and I am still recovering.

But perhaps the hardest part of all this is that I am unable to provide food for my children. I look into their innocent eyes, and I can't tell them when they will eat again. I can’t bear seeing them go to sleep hungry, not knowing when the next meal will come. This is the unbearable reality we face every single day.

Today, I turn to you, asking for your help. We desperately need assistance with food and basic supplies. We need your help to survive this nightmare, to bring some hope back to our lives. Your support, no matter how small, will mean the world to us and help us through this overwhelming struggle

Please, if you can help in any way, know that you will be giving us more than just food—you will be giving us hope and strength to face another day.

May God bless you and reward you for your kindness. Whatever you give will not go unnoticed, and it will remain in our hearts forever.

while my mom was pregnant with me, she was delivering chinese food on bike in new orleans. i like to think that the music she heard in the streets made me the way i am now.