Esraa Shatat

My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.

I will not forgive anyone who watches my child fade and scrolls past without mercy. One share delays his death—but one donation can end this waiting and bring his surgery closer today.

While we wait for a surgery we cannot afford, my baby Qais continues to suffer every day. Time is not standing still for him. Please donate now and help us reach treatment before it becomes too late.

My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.

I will not forgive anyone who watches my child fade and scrolls past without mercy. One share delays his death—but one donation can end this waiting and bring his surgery closer today.

I hesitated for a long time before writing this. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I was ashamed my life had become a story of fear, loss, and constant pleading.

Yes, I never imagined I would lose so much of my dignity. Yet here I am, asking strangers for help because survival has become harder than anything I ever faced before.

Tragically, donations have completely stopped, and we are still sleeping on the street after our tent was destroyed. My children have nowhere safe to go. Please, donate now and help us rebuild shelter today.

I hesitated for a long time before writing this. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I was ashamed my life had become a story of fear, loss, and constant pleading.

Yes, I never imagined I would lose so much of my dignity. Yet here I am, asking strangers for help because survival has become harder than anything I ever faced before.

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.

Every day, I open my messages hoping to find a sign that someone still cares, and every silence feels heavier than hunger, pain, or fear. The hardest part is watching baby Qais suffer while help feels farther away. Please, don't let silence decide his fate—Donate and save him.

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.

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.

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.

If my page suddenly stops posting one day, know that my baby Qais has died. I will never forget the people who saw my child bleeding, suffering, and begging for help, yet chose silence and continued scrolling.

I feel completely broken and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every day, because this suffering has turned me into a mother forced to sacrifice even her dignity just to keep her child alive.

Every day, I fear opening my messages and finding nothing, because silence now feels more terrifying than hunger or bleeding. It feels like watching baby Qais disappear. Donate and save him.

I changed my baby Qais’s bloodstained cloth using my trembling hands, then cried silently beside him because I could not afford proper bandages or medicine anymore. Please, donate now and help me keep my child alive.

If my page suddenly stops posting one day, know that my baby Qais has died. I will never forget the people who saw my child bleeding, suffering, and begging for help, yet chose silence and continued scrolling.

I feel completely broken and deeply ashamed begging strangers for help every day, because this suffering has turned me into a mother forced to sacrifice even her dignity just to keep her child alive.

Today, we ran out of clean bandages and medicine, and I had nothing left to buy more. I never imagined I would beg strangers just to help my child survive.

Unfortunately, donations have completely stopped, and tonight I cannot buy medicine, bandages, or food for my bleeding baby Qais. Please, I beg you through my tears, donate now before poverty takes my child forever.

Today, we ran out of clean bandages and medicine, and I had nothing left to buy more. I never imagined I would beg strangers just to help my child survive.

The doctors told me today that severe anemia and malnutrition are destroying his tiny body, and without urgent blood units, treatment, and proper food, he may not survive much longer.

Unfortunately, donations have completely stopped, and we may soon be forced out of the hospital because I cannot afford my baby Qais’s treatment anymore. I am terrified of watching him suffer and bleed without medical care. Please, I beg you with all my broken heart, donate now and help save him.

Tonight, I watched my baby Qais sleep beside hospital machines while wondering if tomorrow he will still be alive or left outside without treatment, bleeding and helpless. Please, I beg you through my tears, donate now and help save my child.

The doctors told me today that severe anemia and malnutrition are destroying his tiny body, and without urgent blood units, treatment, and proper food, he may not survive much longer.

The doctors warned me that Qais’s condition is collapsing because severe anemia and malnutrition are slowly shutting down his tiny body, and I stood there unable to save him alone.

Unfortunately, donations have completely stopped, and my baby Qais’s condition is worsening every day from bleeding, malnutrition, and lack of treatment. Please, I beg you, donate now before I lose him forever.

Tonight, my baby Qais cried from pain until his weak voice disappeared completely, and the silence that followed shattered me more than his screams ever could. Please, I beg you with my broken heart, donate now and help save him.

OH MY GOD… today my baby Qais suddenly stopped breathing for a few terrifying seconds, and I thought I was watching my child die in front of me. Please, I beg you through my tears, donate now and help save his life before it is too late.

The doctors warned me that Qais’s condition is collapsing because severe anemia and malnutrition are slowly shutting down his tiny body, and I stood there unable to save him alone.

Today, the doctors told me that Qais could die at any moment because of severe bleeding and malnutrition, and I felt my soul collapse hearing those words. If you still have humanity in your heart, please help save my child and share this post now before it is too late.

Donations have completely stopped, and today the hospital administration warned they may expel us because I cannot afford my baby Qais’s treatment anymore. Please, I beg you through my tears, donate now before my child is abandoned without care.

Tonight, my baby Qais looked at me with exhausted eyes and asked if he was going to die, and I completely shattered inside because I could not promise him he would survive. Please, I beg you from my broken heart, donate now and help save him.

Tonight, I sat beside my baby Qais wondering where I could take him if the hospital forces us out, and the thought of watching him suffer without treatment destroyed me completely. Please, I beg you from my broken soul, donate now and help save my child.