"Ramadan Without My Mom…"
Before I write this, I paused for a long time… I didn't know where to begin.
My name is Nasr. This is my first Ramadan without my mom and my sister. The emptiness they left behind isn't just in our home — it's in every moment, every suhoor, every iftar.
I am the oldest among my younger siblings, and a responsibility I never imagined now rests on my shoulders. I try to stay strong in front of them, I try to smile and make them feel like everything is okay… but deep inside? I'm scared.
Eid is coming… and I don't know how to bring them joy. These kids deserve happiness. They deserve Eid gifts. They deserve a smile.
At the same time, my dream of continuing my university education has been delayed — not because I don't want to, but because the circumstances are bigger than me.
I'm not asking for pity. I'm asking for a helping hand.
Any support, no matter how small, will make a huge difference for me and my little siblings this Ramadan and Eid.
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My name is Naser AbuThaher. I’m 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
May God bless you just for reading this. 🤍


























