Norangaza🍉❤️‍🩹🙏😓

I used to live with my family in a small home 🏡 filled with warmth, love, and safety 🤍✨ We would gather around a simple table 🍽️, laugh together 😊, dream together 🌸, and feel secure despite everything around us. But suddenly… everything changed 💥😭

The occupation forced us to flee our home many times 🚶‍♀️⛺ Every time, we held onto hope 🤲 and told ourselves: “We will return soon.” 🕊️ But the last displacement was the hardest… because we never came back 😔💔

Why? What happened❓

Because our home no longer exists… 🏚️ It was destroyed and turned into rubble, piles of sand, and broken memories 🥀🪨

Today, we are not asking for the impossible 🙏

We only want to live in safety 🕊️, to sleep without fear 🌙, and to bring back the smiles 😊 that my family lost because of war and suffering 💔😭

Our little baby “Nouna” 👶🏻🍼 is only 6 months old. She needs milk 🥛, diapers, and clothes 👕 My heart breaks every day because I cannot provide her with the most basic things every child deserves 😢💔 I want to feed her 🍲, dress her 👗, and let her feel warmth and safety like other children 🤍🧸

And “Naboula” 🍫👧 dreams of nothing more than a small piece of chocolate 🍬 Every day I promise her that I will bring her one 🥺, but I cannot… and it hurts me deeply to see disappointment in her little eyes 😭💔

Please… lend us a helping hand 🤲🙏

Help us survive 🌿, help us find safety again 🕊️, and help us bring even a small smile 😊 back to children who have suffered far too much for their young age 💔👶🏻

Any support 🤍, donation 💵, or even sharing our story 📢 could make a huge difference in our lives 🌎✨