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7 months have passed, and Saeed still doesn’t know what “home” means.

He was born displaced, growing up between fear and exhaustion instead of safety. We tried to return… we only managed to stay for one month, holding on to the hope of a simple life, but that hope didn’t last. The area became dangerous again, and our home was marked… then destroyed.

Saeed never played in his home, never laughed in it, never had a chance to feel that he belongs somewhere.

Today, at just 7 months old, he sits on the rubble of his home… as if his childhood has been buried there too.

My heart breaks every day seeing him grow up like this—without safety, without beautiful memories.

This is not what I wished for my child… and not what any child deserves.

If you can help, even a little, or simply share our story… please don’t leave us alone 🤍

Every support means life to us 🙏