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Its walls are worn out, and the cold seeps through every night as if we have no shelter at all.

Rodents are everywhere, getting close to our little food and frightening my children in their sleep.

I try to stay strong for them, but fear and exhaustion weigh heavily on my heart each day.

We are in desperate need of help… any kind hand that can restore a sense of safety and give my children a chance to live with dignity.

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But my baby’s cries from hunger don’t stop, and I don’t even have milk to ease their pain.

We share what little we have and try to hold on, but children don’t understand waiting… they only feel hunger, and I feel helpless.

I never asked for much… just enough food for us, and milk for my baby… but even that has become a distant dream."

The hardest part is watching my child suffer while I can’t always afford the medicine or the things he needs. As a parent, feeling helpless in front of your child’s pain is something that breaks the heart.

I’m doing everything I can to get back on my feet, but right now I truly need help. Even a small donation or sharing this message could make a real difference for us.

Thank you to anyone who chooses to stand with us during this difficult time. 💙

Unfortunately, I am going through a very difficult financial situation and urgently need $1,100 USD to cover my rent and essential living expenses.

Deadline: March 6 (only 5 days left)

Every day has become a struggle to secure food and shelter. Your support, however small, will make a huge difference in my life during this challenging time.

We no longer think about special dishes or decorations for the holy month; instead, we worry about finding a single loaf of bread to ease our children’s hunger, and medicine to relieve the pain of our sick loved ones.

At iftar time, silence fills our home. We hide our tears behind faint smiles so our little ones do not feel the weight of our helplessness.

Ramadan is the month of mercy, and we pray that its mercy reaches us through the hands of those who hear our voice… A sincere prayer, a simple meal, or a box of medicine could bring back a small piece of hope during this blessed month.

Every cry of pain from my injured little boy pierces my heart—not just because the agony is devouring him, but because I stand before him utterly powerless. How can I choose between the price of a bottle of medicine to soothe his pain, a mouthful of food to quiet his siblings' hunger, or a tent that won't collapse over our heads with every gust of wind?

We are not living in tents; we are living in graves made of cloth, waiting for the mercy of God, which is vaster than our dire straits. My son is withering away before my eyes, and debts are closing in on me. I appeal for your help; every single dollar can make a world of difference."

Each morning, we wake up to colder weather than the day before, and to a tent weaker than yesterday—one that can barely protect us from wind and rain.

Winter is becoming more severe, the cold seeps in from every side,

and our fragile tents were never meant to shelter us… only to expose how vulnerable we are to this cruel reality.

❄️ With every new night, my children shiver more,

❄️ our blankets are no longer enough,

❄️ and the fear that everything might collapse over our heads follows us every moment.

Every passing day brings more exhaustion and deeper worry.

We have nothing left but patience and prayers that a kind hand will reach us before tomorrow becomes even harder than today.

We urgently need help now—

warm blankets, heating, stronger tents… anything that can give my children a chance to survive this merciless cold.

Please don’t leave us to face this winter alone. Our suffering grows with every single day. 🤍❄️

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