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I was a simple father whose only dream was to provide my children with a safe and dignified life. I worked every day to give them food, clothes, and a better future. I never asked for much — just a home to protect them and a job to live with dignity.

But the war took everything from us 💔

In the early days, our home was completely destroyed before our eyes. We didn’t just lose walls — we lost our safety, our memories, and everything we owned. I lost my job and our only source of income. Suddenly, I could no longer protect my children from hunger and fear.

Today, I no longer have a place to live with my children. The war has made us suffer deeply. I am living with my father beside his tent, while my wife and children are living far from me with her father in another tent. I appeal to kind-hearted people to help provide us with a tent so we can be reunited again 💔⛺

Fear surrounds us, and sometimes my children go to sleep hungry… while I stand helpless, with nothing but prayers in my heart.

As a father, there is no greater pain than seeing your child ask for food and being unable to provide it. I feel broken every time I look into their small eyes, waiting for something I cannot give.

I never imagined I would have to ask for help. But today, I am reaching out with sincerity and tears in my eyes:

Please, lend us a helping hand 🙏

Any amount — even something small — can help provide a tent, food, medicine, or warm clothes for my children.

Your donation is not just money… it is hope, safety, and a chance to live again.

Today, my children have nothing left but faith that kind hearts still exist 🤲

Please be the reason my family survives. May God bless you and reward your kindness. Your support will be a light in our lives 🤍