What I am about to say is the hardest thing I have ever written. Five days ago, three missiles struck the place where we sheltered. Screams and dust filled everything; I awoke injured in a hospital.
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I did was search for my two children. My heart raced with terror as I called their names, fearing I might never hear their voices answer me again.
I will never forget those who searched for me and worried when I suddenly disappeared for days. But concern alone cannot rebuild our lives. We urgently need a new tent and medicine. If my story moved you, please turn that feeling into action today.
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I am still without shelter, moving from place to place with my children while recovering from my injuries. Every night brings new fear and uncertainty.
Please donate now help us secure a safe tent, medicine, and a small chance to rebuild our lives.
Unfortunately, the bombing did not only take away our shelter; it also took away the little stability we had left. My children now ask where we will sleep tomorrow, and I have no answer. If you are able, please help us take one step away from fear and one step toward safety.
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