Emergency: help my two innocent children to be safe

Hello everyone, I'm Sujod Aljazzar, a 29-year-old wife and mother.

Before October 7th, my small family—which consists of my husband Sami, my daughter Sedra (two years old), my son Abdul Rahman (Abdul/Abood)(8 months old), and myself—lived happily and gratefully. I worked for the Ministry of Agriculture, providing us with financial stability. Although we lived in a small apartment, we hadn't finished paying the bank for it, and we needed another five years to complete the payments.

Since October 7th, our lives have turned into a nightmare. We fled our home when Abdul was only one month old. He is now 8 months old, and we still have yet to return to our modest home. Our apartment was partially destroyed, making it uninhabitable. Our hearts ache with the loss of our home and are filled with memories both happy and sad.

My children live in constant terror. The sound of airstrikes sends them into fits of screaming and crying. Early in the war, my son Abood contracted meningitis due to contaminated air, forcing us to stay at the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital for eight agonizing days. Those days were among the hardest of my life, and my personal stress and worries were compounded by the influx of casualties at the hospital.

One day I will never forget is the day my children were injured in a bombing next to our home. Sedra came to me covered in black and couldn't speak from shock. Later, I discovered multiple burns on her body. Meanwhile, baby Abood was under a window, covered in blood and broken glass. It was a nightmare I couldn't handle alone and, thankfully, my husband was there to help.

Two weeks before the war, my husband Sami was in a car accident, sustaining multiple fractures and wounds. With the war erupting and the subsequent onslaught of attacks, he hasn't been able to complete his treatment. He still has fractures in his left hand and stitches on his face and hand. Due to incomplete physiotherapy sessions, he struggles to lift heavy objects.

The ongoing genocide, constant worry over our shattered home, and the lack of proper nutrition have caused Sami to lose over 20 kilograms.

As for me, I am in a state of severe depression. As a mother, I want to shield my children from war and provide them with a safe environment. I want them to experience a normal childhood, free from bombings and fear. It breaks my heart to see them terrified every time there’s an explosion—and even when there is not.

After all ot this we still live with hope.

I thank you not only on behalf of myself and my dear Sami but also on behalf of our two children. While Sedra and Abood are young and cannot necessarily tell you stories of the horrors they have faced, they are innocent and also the future. We thank you for your time, consideration, and support from the bottom of our hearts.