My name is Fedaa I am organizing this donation campaign for Sabah, and here I am writing with tears of pain and sorrow for the child who was deprived of her only right, which is to live as a child, where she suffered. Amidst the turmoil of conflict, the journey of a young girl Sabah From her tender years, she bore the weight of a grave accident—a fall that shattered her delicate skull. This catastrophe unleashed a torrent of woes, revealing shattered blood vessels and draining her body of life-giving iron. The telltale signs of shock, the bruised blues, marred her once flawless skin as hemiplegia, the cruel companion of her affliction, took root.

Despite the ministrations of healers and the gentle touch of therapy, her right eye remained veiled by a painful deviation. Now, amidst the chaos of war and the spectre of fear, she finds herself besieged by seizures and psychological torment. The once stable foundations of her family crumbled beneath the weight of conflict, leaving them destitute, their homes and possessions lost to the ravages of war.

Yet, amidst the chaos of conflict, the echoes of her silent cries for solace reverberated through the desolate corridors of the ravaged land. Every attempt to seek respite beyond the confines of her besieged home was met with the harsh indifference of the borders controlled by unseen hands. The Rafah crossing, once a gateway of hope, turned into a fortress of despair, barring the afflicted souls of Gaza from passage.

Thank you to everyone who sympathized with us and helped the little girl, Sabahahah. She is happy with you and shares with you all. You are an example of humanity and justice. Thank you for giving Sabahahah a new life and taking her right to treatment and life as a child.