I am a mother of five children four girls and one boy. For the past three years, we have been living through a brutal war that has changed every detail of our lives.

Our days are no longer what they used to be. We now suffer from a severe lack of the most basic necessities of life: water, food, education, and even medical care.

Every day, we carry what little hope we have left and flee from one place to another, searching for safety that we still have not found. We no longer have a home to shelter us. Instead, we live on its ruins, trying to build patience over the destruction so we can keep going.

My children have been deprived of their right to education, of healthy food that every child needs to grow properly, and of proper medical treatment when they get sick. Skin diseases have become part of their small bodies because of the mosquitoes and insects filling the tents where we live, without protection or care.

Despite all of this, I still hold on to hope … hope that one day my children will live a normal life like other children around the world. Hope that they will find a school, medicine, clean food, and a safe place where they can sleep without fear.

I ask everyone who reads our story to look upon us with compassion and extend a helping hand to my children not only to help us survive, but to give them a real chance at the dignified life every human being deserves.