Help Mohammed & Iman’s Family Survive Gaza

What would you do if your newborn had never tasted milk?

What if your daughter looked into your eyes and asked for a sip of clean water… and you had nothing to give?

This isn’t a scene from history. This is my life — right now.

My name is Eman, a mother of two little ones — Kinaz and Kinan. I live with my husband Mohamed in Gaza.

Before the war, we had a warm home, filled with love, laughter, and simple dreams. We only wanted to raise our children in safety and dignity.

But everything was stolen from us.

When the war began, our home was destroyed. We lost everything — our shelter, our stability, our peace. Since then, we’ve been living on the streets, constantly on the run, carrying our children through danger, fear, and exhaustion.

Just one week before the war, I gave birth to my son Kinan. Like any mother, I needed rest, food, and care after giving birth, but instead, I was forced to run for my life, holding my newborn in my arms with no roof, no food, and no peace.

We’ve been displaced again and again — from Rafah to Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis, Nuseirat. We sleep in tents with no protection from the burning heat or the freezing cold. No clean water. No electricity. Not even the basics of human life.

Can you imagine?

My baby Kinan has never eaten an egg?

He doesn’t know the taste of milk.

He is growing up in a warzone, in hunger, in dirt, in fear. He doesn’t cry for toys — he cries for a piece of dry bread.

My daughter Kinaz suffers from a rare skin allergy that affects only 1% of children. The unbearable conditions in the tents — the heat, the dust, the stress — have made her skin flare up constantly. I can’t even find basic creams to relieve her pain.

But what breaks me most…!!

Is when Kinaz looks into my eyes and says: “Mom, when will I drink milk again?”

And I have no answer to give her.

One day, we were trapped under heavy bombing in Hamad.

We couldn't escape. We were surrounded by flames. I held my children as we cried together, watching bodies and blood fill the streets.

Gaza has become a graveyard for childhood. Food is a dream. Flour is rare. Water is dirty. Medicine is almost nonexistent.

I’m not asking for luxury. I’m not even asking for comfort. I’m begging for survival.

We need your help — now more than ever.

Every day is a fight for survival. My children are growing up without food, without safety, without hope. We can’t do this alone.

We need your support to buy food, clean water, medicine, and one day, a way out of this nightmare.

Please, if you’re reading this, don’t look away.

Even a small act of kindness can be a lifeline for my family.

Please, help me give my children the basics they need to stay alive.

Help us escape this nightmare — to any place where they can simply eat, sleep, and live.

Every donation, no matter how small, could save Kinan and Kinaz.

Every share could reach someone who can make a difference.

From my broken heart to yours,

Please don’t leave us behind.