𝒪𝒟𝒜𝒟 𝒜ℒ𝒪𝒜𝒩🇵🇸

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸