My name is Doaa, and I live in the heart of suffering, displacement, and destruction !

I live with my family of six in a place that is not our home… because our home was destroyed.

Everything we knew about stability disappeared under the bombing along with our small dreams.

Just two weeks before the war started, I graduated from university.

My joy was cut short , No job opportunities, no clear hope… even my degree feels like a paper hanging on a ruined wall.

My father lost his source of income on the very first days of the war.

My brother was forced to leave university after it was destroyed, and he cannot continue his education.

My sister Walaa, a high school student preparing for her final exams, lost her chance to study because of soaring prices and lack of resources.

We can’t even afford books or supplies… and food has become scarce.

Walaa lost 11 kilograms from her weight due to hunger — now she weighs only 45 kg.

My youngest sister, Iman, 14 years old, completely stopped going to school.

Since the war began, she’s suffered from recurring illnesses, and now her condition is worsening due to malnutrition and anemia .

We don’t ask for much… just to survive with dignity.

To have a home to shelter us, food to fill our stomachs, and education that isn’t threatened by bombs.

This is not just a plea it is a cry from beneath the rubble.

Please help us keep going.