Help Khairat Family

Hello, I am Khairat from Gaza, a patient and loving mother. My son Ahmed was martyred while working

, and my daughter Malak and her children, Samia and Tala, were martyred.

My home was demolished and I now live in a tent. I suffer from high blood pressure, diabetes, heart muscle weakness, cartilage damage, and cataracts. Living in Gaza means enduring a reality that words cannot describe. It is not just about hardship, but about surviving in a place where even the most basic rights are being taken away. Years of blockade, conflict, and isolation have turned the most basic needs into distant dreams. There is no stable electricity, no clean water, no job opportunities, and no real sense of safety. Every home holds a story, every corner holds silent pain, and every voice echoes a quiet plea for a life we used to call normal. We are not asking for luxury, we are simply trying to endure. Whether it is medicine for the sick, education for students, or food for innocent children who have known nothing but fear and loss, the needs are real and urgent. This link is my only way to reach the hearts that still care. Every donation, no matter how small, goes toward the real necessities of life: food, medicine, rent, and basic living expenses. In these unbearable circumstances, we cannot bear it alone. What I ask is not comfort, but survival. Your simple kindness could become a turning point in someone's darkest day. I have nothing to offer but this message, this appeal, and this connection. In Gaza, life is not life, but we still cling to hope and the humanity of people like you.