a fine line between silliness and supreme beauty

I never imagined I would have to write these words, but I am terrified that I may lose my mother at any moment after everything she has endured.

Her doctors have told us that her treatment can no longer be delayed, and we urgently need $700. To many, it may seem like just a number. To us, it could mean the difference between having more time with my mother or losing her forever.

Every day I watch her grow weaker, and there is nothing more painful than feeling helpless while time slips away.

If you are able to donate, no matter how small the amount, you could help give my mother another chance to live. If you cannot donate, please share this post. It may reach someone who can.

There is still hope, but that hope grows smaller with every passing hour.

I'm pleased to announce that my first illustration collection has been completed!

"On Glass Wings" will be available this summer at:

🏕️ Many people think the war is over, but for us, it hasn't. It may have disappeared from the news screens, but the truth is that the danger persists, displacement and forced migration are still a part of our lives, and fear is our constant companion.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 I cannot go to work or provide for my family's needs because I stay in the tent to protect and care for my children in these difficult circumstances.

🍼 My youngest daughter desperately needs milk. 👶 She also needs diapers and clothes. 💔 I am unable to provide these basic necessities for her.

🙏 I am writing these words and appealing to anyone who can help. Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in my children's lives and give us hope during these difficult times.

🌍 If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help our story reach people who can help

🤲 We ask for nothing more than the opportunity to live with dignity and provide for our children's basic needs.

❤️ A heartfelt thank you to everyone who reads, shares, or offers any kind of support. Every little bit of help means the world to us..

This is our tattered tent.