A Mother's Shattered World, A Child's Plea for Hope

Focus with me, please, you can change my whole life with your humanity and support

Every dollar counted will make a difference and save my life from death.

I cry out with a mother's heart that has lost safety and home. I was an ambitious pharmacist, a volunteer who planted seeds of good, and I dreamed of my own business and a bright academic future. Marriage brought joy, and my son Yazan, the light of my life, was born. But our happiness withered quickly under the weight of war.

In the first days of hell, we were displaced, homeless. I saw a mosque bombed while awaiting news of my baby's gender, and the fear for my unborn child almost cost him his life. We endured displacement in schools and tents, nine souls crammed into a few square meters, as I carried my child and approached labor without basics or care.

Yazan was born into harsh conditions. I naively thought the suffering would lessen, but the tent's heat nearly stole him from me. Then came the devastating news: our homes, our memories, our dreams – all turned to ashes.

Now, we live atop the rubble of our destroyed home. Inflation devours what little we have, and my child's basic needs have become luxuries. Our work has ceased, and my aspirations have evaporated.

All I yearn for now is to repair a temporary shelter to protect my child, to provide his basic needs, and to revive my small business dream so I can stand on my own feet again and raise my son with dignity. I once dreamt of a Master's degree; now, all I wish for is safety for me and my child.

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