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My name is Suhaila, and I am writing from G.a.z.a, where life no longer feels like life. We lost our home, our safety, and everything we once had. Now we live in a torn tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights or the fear that never leaves us.

I am a mother of five children… five innocent souls who depend on me for everything. I am sick, and my body is getting weaker every day. I suffer from severe iron deficiency, and even with medication, I feel like I am slowly fading. Some days I cannot even stand… but I have no choice but to keep going for my children.

My baby girl needs milk… something so simple, yet I cannot provide it. Hearing her cry from hunger breaks me in ways I cannot describe.

And my daughter, Mira, is now in the hospital. She is suffering from dehydration and severe malnutrition. I am terrified every moment… I cannot be beside her the way a mother should, and I feel like I am losing everything.

There is no food, no safety, no stability… only fear, hunger, and exhaustion. My children cry, and I have nothing to give them. This pain is too heavy for a mother to carry.

I am not asking for a perfect life… I am begging for a chance to survive, for my children to live, for my baby to have milk, and for my daughter to recover.

Israel has closed the crossings into Gaza once again, and with that, the fear has returned. Food is disappearing, prices are rising beyond what we can afford, and families like mine are left struggling to survive each day.

We are not asking for much — just the chance to feed our children, to put something simple on the table, to feel a moment of relief in the middle of this hardship. Hunger is not just a word here, it is something we live with every single day.

If you can help, even a small amount can make a real difference in our lives. Your support could mean a meal for my family, a moment of hope, and a reminder that we are not alone. 🤍

Please… don’t scroll past me like I don’t exist.

Even the smallest kindness could save us.

Donation link below 👇

Please reblog… I am afraid my voice won’t reach anyone without you 💔

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My name is Suhaila, and I am writing from G.a.z.a, where life no longer feels like life. We lost our home, our safety, and everything we once had. Now we live in a torn tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights or the fear that never leaves us.

I am a mother of five children… five innocent souls who depend on me for everything. I am sick, and my body is getting weaker every day. I suffer from severe iron deficiency, and even with medication, I feel like I am slowly fading. Some days I cannot even stand… but I have no choice but to keep going for my children.

My baby girl needs milk… something so simple, yet I cannot provide it. Hearing her cry from hunger breaks me in ways I cannot describe.

And my daughter, Mira, is now in the hospital. She is suffering from dehydration and severe malnutrition. I am terrified every moment… I cannot be beside her the way a mother should, and I feel like I am losing everything.

There is no food, no safety, no stability… only fear, hunger, and exhaustion. My children cry, and I have nothing to give them. This pain is too heavy for a mother to carry.

I am not asking for a perfect life… I am begging for a chance to survive, for my children to live, for my baby to have milk, and for my daughter to recover.

Israel has closed the crossings into Gaza once again, and with that, the fear has returned. Food is disappearing, prices are rising beyond what we can afford, and families like mine are left struggling to survive each day.

We are not asking for much — just the chance to feed our children, to put something simple on the table, to feel a moment of relief in the middle of this hardship. Hunger is not just a word here, it is something we live with every single day.

If you can help, even a small amount can make a real difference in our lives. Your support could mean a meal for my family, a moment of hope, and a reminder that we are not alone. 🤍

Please… don’t scroll past me like I don’t exist.

Even the smallest kindness could save us.

Donation link below 👇

Please reblog… I am afraid my voice won’t reach anyone without you 💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️

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My name is Suhaila, and I am writing from G.a.z.a, where life no longer feels like life. We lost our home, our safety, and everything we once had. Now we live in a torn tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights or the fear that never leaves us.

I am a mother of five children… five innocent souls who depend on me for everything. I am sick, and my body is getting weaker every day. I suffer from severe iron deficiency, and even with medication, I feel like I am slowly fading. Some days I cannot even stand… but I have no choice but to keep going for my children.

My baby girl needs milk… something so simple, yet I cannot provide it. Hearing her cry from hunger breaks me in ways I cannot describe.

And my daughter, Mira, is now in the hospital. She is suffering from dehydration and severe malnutrition. I am terrified every moment… I cannot be beside her the way a mother should, and I feel like I am losing everything.

There is no food, no safety, no stability… only fear, hunger, and exhaustion. My children cry, and I have nothing to give them. This pain is too heavy for a mother to carry.

I am not asking for a perfect life… I am begging for a chance to survive, for my children to live, for my baby to have milk, and for my daughter to recover.

Israel has closed the crossings into Gaza once again, and with that, the fear has returned. Food is disappearing, prices are rising beyond what we can afford, and families like mine are left struggling to survive each day.

We are not asking for much — just the chance to feed our children, to put something simple on the table, to feel a moment of relief in the middle of this hardship. Hunger is not just a word here, it is something we live with every single day.

If you can help, even a small amount can make a real difference in our lives. Your support could mean a meal for my family, a moment of hope, and a reminder that we are not alone. 🤍

Please… don’t scroll past me like I don’t exist.

Even the smallest kindness could save us.

Donation link below 👇

Please reblog… I am afraid my voice won’t reach anyone without you 💔

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️

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