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I hate you, I really hate you…so much I think it must be true love

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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.

We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.

My campaign is extremely weak, and it is my only source of income for my daughter, Fatoum.

Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.

We are suffering greatly from all conditions. Our tent is very poor and not suitable for living.Everything here is hard to find. There is no source of income, no money, and my daughter is very ill.

Please help me.😭🙏🙏

This is a humanitarian case, and no matter how small your donation is, it will help me provide a dignified life for my daughter.

tragically content to whisper.

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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