🍉Asmaa Fathi

I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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My 10-year-old daughter Lama dreamed of becoming a doctor who treats wounds. Today, that dream has become a painful memory, after the war in Gaza robbed us of our most basic rights... the right to live in dignity. Help me realize my daughter's dream, because we have lost everything except hope. Our home is destroyed.

Help my family to rebuild our dreams because The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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I am a Palestinian mother of six children from Gaza. My life was enough to make me the happiest person in this world.

My family was enjoy peace, security and stability. A beautiful home that embraces a dream with hope that grows with us that the future is better. We keep our memories that we will remember in the future. In that corner, my first son took his first steps. There, one of them said his first words.

Even my disagreement with my husband about how to build the rooms and where to put that screen or sofa was beautiful.

Everything, no matter how small, was beautiful. The planet was beautiful. The natural feelings of humanity when we believed that we were human were beautiful. Until this war came.

In short, nothing remains. We have become closer to animals. The simplest rights are missing. No food, drink, treatment, education or shelter. My husband and children are sick and suffering. My house is piles of stones with those memories scattered among them in an ugly image. Broken. Neglected.

The past was beautiful.. and the reality is a painful ongoing nightmare.. and the future is unknown..

Yes, when I appeal to you, I speak to you in the name of humanity that is in danger. We are human beings like you.. and you are not better than me when you see this appeal and do not help me.. feel your humanity, before the war I did not need you. Look at your loved ones and at least feel the feeling of loss and the pain of separation, as I said goodbye to my daughter who died due to lack of treatment.. I ask you and my family, wounded, in pain and homeless. In the name of humanity and humankind and all meanings of freedom and justice..

I am here Asmaa from Gaza.. struggling to stay alive.. Be a human being and help me.. let us build our lives. At least feel how we feel when I embrace my children between the walls of a new home instead of a torn tent. The earth is our bed and the sky is our cover in the severe cold in which we freeze and our children die waiting for a morning that may carry within it hope that humanity and humankind are still alive..

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