My name is Mustafa. I am a human being who has lost everything and has nothing left but his voice.

After the genocidal war that destroyed our lives, we didn’t just lose our homes—we lost safety, warmth, and the ability to live with dignity.

Today, we live without shelter, without enough food, and without clean water.

In winter, we freeze under the open sky, and in summer, we burn beneath a merciless sun.

My children go to sleep hungry and wake up afraid instead of dreaming.

I once had a home, memories, and a future.

Now, all I have is a torn tent, constant fear, and a fragile hope that my children won’t be left alone in this nightmare.

I am not asking for luxury.

I am not asking for the impossible.

I am only asking for a chance to survive.

Your donation—no matter how small—can mean:

Food for a hungry child

A blanket to protect a family from the cold

Clean water that saves lives

Real hope for a family that lost everything

Please, don’t scroll past without helping.

Your support today could be the difference between life and death.