Hello,
My name is Mohammed. I am a husband and a father, and I also carry the responsibility of caring for my elderly mother and my brother. I am writing these words with honesty, exhaustion, and hope.
The first time we were forced to flee our home, my five-year-old daughter ran through the streets under bombardment. She left behind her toys, her bed, and everything that made her world feel safe. In that moment, she learned that her home, her entire universe was no longer a place of protection.
Until today, she is afraid of simple sounds. A door closing, a loud voice, or a sudden noise can make her cry and scream. The most painful moment for me as a father is when she looks into our eyes during an explosion and sees fear instead of reassurance. No child should ever grow up carrying this fear.
During the war, I was shot in my leg. For months, I struggled to walk and was unable to work or support my family. Although my condition has improved with time, that injury changed everything. It took away our stability and reminded me how fragile life is here, how quickly a father can become powerless.
At the beginning of the war, I was living with my mother and siblings. As the situation worsened, I managed after great difficulty to set up a small tent so I could live separately with my wife and daughter, trying to protect them and give them some privacy. Winter was extremely harsh. Rain leaked into the tent, the cold was unbearable, and every day felt like survival.
After a temporary ceasefire, we returned to our home. But the house was heavily damaged. I repaired a few rooms with my own hands just so we could have a roof over our heads. Many parts of the house are still unsafe and unlivable due to the destruction. What we live in now is not a proper home it is fragile, incomplete, and offers no real safety or stability.
My elder brother, Rabah, is a person with special needs and suffers from diabetes. He requires continuous care and regular diabetes medication. Securing these medicines has become extremely difficult, and without them, his health is constantly at risk.
My mother is 75 years old. Despite her age and exhaustion, she is the one caring for my brother every day feeding him, helping him move, and managing his medical needs. She is tired, but she remains patient and strong because she has no other choice.
We are not asking for comfort or luxury. We are asking for a chance to live with dignity and to protect a child, an exhausted mother, and a vulnerable family.
How the funds will be used ($30,000 goal):
Essential home repairs: $12,000
(Securing unsafe rooms, repairing walls and ceilings, protecting the house from rain and further damage)
Medications and vitamins for my wife (one year): $3,000
Diabetes medication and care for my brother Rabah (one year): $2,500
Kindergarten fees for my daughter (one year): $2,000
Basic living necessities (water, electricity, fuel, and daily essentials): $6,000
Emergency medical needs and unexpected repairs: $4,500
Total: $30,000
Every donation will be used transparently and only for the purposes listed above.
This fundraiser is not about rebuilding a perfect house.
It is about creating the minimum level of safety, stability, and hope for a family that has lost almost everything.
If we cannot secure this support, I fear that my daughter will continue growing up in fear, my brother’s health will deteriorate, and my mother will keep carrying a burden heavier than her age allows.
Every donation no matter how small makes a real difference. If you are unable to donate, sharing our story could help us reach someone who can.
Money raised through this fundraiser will be collected by a close friend in Japan who will pay the fees to rescue my family’s well-being and safety.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read our story and for any kindness you can offer.
With deep gratitude,
Mohammed