My name is wafa, and I am a mother fighting for the survival of my family in Gaza, khanywns—a place where life has become unlivable.

The war may have ended, but for us, the suffering has not. Every day, we wake up to a reality where there is no electricity, no clean water, and no safety. The most basic human needs—food, medicine, warmth—are now luxuries we cannot afford. My children, still so young and innocent, are sick. They suffer from infections, fevers, and diseases caused by polluted water and unhygienic conditions. There are no hospitals to take them to, no medicine to ease their pain.

Before October 7, life was already difficult, but now it feels like an endless nightmare. We are surrounded by destruction, trapped in a cycle of hunger, illness, and despair. Garbage piles up in the streets, swarming with flies and mosquitoes, and the stench of waste fills the air, a constant reminder of the collapse of everything we once had.

As a mother, I cannot describe the agony of watching my children grow weaker every day—knowing that no matter how hard I try, I cannot shield them from this suffering. I refuse to give up on them, but I cannot do this alone.

This is my plea to you: Please, help us survive.

Your kindness can be the difference between life and death for my children. Your generosity can provide them with the food, water, and medicine they so desperately need.

To those who have helped before, I thank you with all my heart. To those who are hearing my voice now—please don’t turn away. Even the smallest donation can bring hope to a family that has lost everything.

We are still here. We are still holding on. But we need you. Be our light in this darkness.

Thank you for your love, your kindness, and your humanity.