★ Tyto ★

Deltarune Fun Fact:

I will turn thirteen next September. Before October 7, I lived a stable and quiet life. I went to my private school, learned, practiced my hobbies, and spent my free time playing football. I excelled at it and trained hard until I became a professional striker.

I was passionate about playing football and aspired to play in the world's top teams. But my dream was completely destroyed, along with my home, school, and playground. Everything was converted to rubble, and the features of the place where I grew up were disappeared.

Me and my family's life changed, turning into a deadly struggle to find food, shelter, and escape the genocide.

But i didn't despair and continued to exercise wherever I was displaced so as not to lose what remained of my dream.

I believe that you will not leave us alone without your help .

I appeal to you and remind you of your humanity to give a helping hand to me and my family so that we can find a chance to live in this deadly darkness.

This opportunity requires high expenses, because of the scarcity of resources and the high cost of living.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #669 )✅️

My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.

My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.

Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.

We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.

Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.

I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.

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