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My little son, Ibrahim😭, suffered poisoning caused by rats because we are forced to live in a tent. The conditions around us are so harsh that even our children are not safe. Ibrahim now urgently needs bottled mineral water because the available water is not safe for him, and his small body cannot endure any more.

At the same time, his father is in the hospital, and I am trying to be in two places at once, carrying responsibilities that feel heavier than I can bear.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I feel like I am facing this alone.

Please, stand with me.

Any help, any donation, can make a real difference for my child and my family🙏

Please donate via the link below, don't leave my son alone

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My husband also needs daily medication that costs $50 just to endure his pain and keep going.

I am not asking for anything extra. I am only asking for what keeps my family going through this unbearable time.

Please, stand by us. Your support today can truly make the difference between relief and suffering for my son and my husband.

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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