Hello my friends,

I write to you with a heart full of sorrow. I am a mother in Gaza, trying each day just to keep my children alive—not happy, just alive. I no longer seek safety, only a piece of bread to ease their hunger, a drop of clean water, a simple medicine for a feverish child.

Hunger is no longer a feeling here; it has become a daily reality. My children's eyes look at me, and I have nothing to offer… no milk, no bread, not even a promise of a better tomorrow.

I beg you, from your hearts, to stand with us. Every donation, no matter how small, is a lifeline.

Please help me protect my children from this slow, silent death.

May God bless every hand that reaches out with mercy.