My name is Dina, a mother of four children: Mohammed, Bisan, Sima, and Roua.

We are currently living in a rented house after our home was completely destroyed in the brutal war. Before the war, we lived a peaceful and loving family life in a building owned by my husband's family. My husband ran a small grocery store with his brothers, and they also had a poultry farm. Life was stable, and we lived with dignity.

But then the war came—and it devoured everything we had built.

Our shop was burned and destroyed. Our poultry farms were bombed and erased. We were displaced multiple times, forced to live in tents under horrific conditions. And in the most recent bombing, our home was completely leveled to the ground—as if it never existed.

We have suffered and continue to suffer from the endless tragedies of war and displacement. We struggle to find shelter, food, clean water, clothing, and even the most basic medical care. Hunger haunts us daily. My children are severely malnourished, their bodies fragile, like skeletons barely able to walk.