<div><strong style="color:inherit;"> "From Beneath the Rubble... We Demand Our Children's Right to Live"</strong>
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<div>I am a Palestinian mother from Gaza, writing to you from amid the rubble of life, under clouds of smoke and destruction.
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<div>We are a simple family who once dreamed of peace — a family of four children and my husband, Yousef.
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<div>Our eldest is Rama (13 years old), followed by Raed (10 years old), Ahmed (5 years old), and our youngest, Masa (3 years old).
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<div>Before the war, we lived a modest but happy life.
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<div>My children attended school, and I worked part-time as a teacher and a handmade gift crafter from our humble home, while my husband helped me secure a better future for our children.
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<div>But overnight, everything changed.
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<div>War broke out, and the relentless bombing began destroying everything around us.
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<div>We were displaced multiple times, fleeing for our lives from death that surrounded us on every side.
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<div>We left behind our home and all our memories, along with the dreams of our little children who had known nothing of life but playing, learning, and dreaming of a brighter future.
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<div>A week after our displacement, we learned that our six-story building had been completely destroyed.
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<div>We were left with nothing.
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<div>No shelter, no work, no schools, no hospitals, no food — only rubble, sorrow, and death in every corner.
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<div>I lost my brother, and my husband lost his brother and nephew.
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<div>We moved from one place to another, living in conditions that can hardly be described as humane:
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<div>We lost our sense of safety.
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<div>We lost the ability to secure food.
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<div>Diseases and famine spread among children and women.
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<div>No privacy, no medical care, no sanitation, no education.
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<div>Today, as I write to you, I feel as if I am fighting a daily battle just to keep my children alive.
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<div>Food prices have skyrocketed, and basic goods have become nearly nonexistent.
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<div>We can no longer provide baby Masa with the nutrition she needs, not even daily bread for the rest of the children.
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<div>All I dream of now is to get them out of this nightmare — to see Rama achieve her dream of becoming a teacher, to see Raed wearing a doctor’s coat, to see Ahmed grow up and play safely, and to hear Masa’s laughter instead of her cries of hunger and fear.
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<div>My appeal to you today:
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<div>I humbly ask for your help to allow us to temporarily leave Gaza to any neighboring country, in search of safety — for a roof to shield my children from bombing, hunger, and disease; for a chance at life, a life that has become an unreachable dream in Gaza.
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<div>Your donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in the lives of my children:
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<div>It will provide safe shelter.
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<div>It will help secure food, medicine, and education.
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<div>It will save their childhood from being lost to slow death.
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<div>How can you help?
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<div>By donating to this campaign.
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<div>By sharing our story with friends and family.
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<div>By praying for our relief and for peace.
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<div>"Today, the lives of my children are in your hands. Please don't leave them alone in the face of death."
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<div>May Allah reward you all, each and every person who shows mercy, offers a kind word, or lifts a prayer for us.
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"From the Rubble: Demanding Our Children's Right to Live"

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