My name is Maram, a mother from Gaza, writing these words with shaking hands and a heart crushed by loss — yet still beating for my children.

In one cruel moment, our entire world collapsed.

Our home — the place where my children felt safe, where their laughter filled the rooms, where dreams were born — is now nothing but dust and ruins. I didn’t just lose walls and a roof. I lost the only life of stability I was able to give my children.

Today, we are homeless.

Displaced.

With no shelter, no savings, and no certainty that tomorrow will be kinder than today.

Every single day is a fight for survival.

A fight to find food.

A fight to stay warm.

A fight to protect my children from fear, hunger, and despair.

They look at me with innocent eyes, waiting for reassurance — and I stand helpless, carrying a pain that no parent should ever know: the pain of being unable to provide safety for your own children.

I am reaching out with nothing left but hope.

We urgently need:

Food and basic necessities to keep my children alive

A place to sleep — even a simple tent, anything that can shield them from the cold nights and the harsh reality around us

Your kindness could change everything for us.

It could be the meal that stops my child from going to sleep hungry.

The blanket that keeps them warm through the night.

The shelter that gives them one small moment of peace in a world that has taken so much from them.

Please don’t look away.

Please don’t let my children become just another story lost in the noise of war.

Even the smallest act of support can be a lifeline.

A reminder that compassion still exists.

That we are not alone.

From a mother who has lost everything but her love for her children —

thank you for listening, for caring, and for standing with us in our darkest hour.