Fled Gaza Bombs… Now Trapped in Hunger With My Kids

From the Heart of Gaza’s Famine... I Just Want to Feed My Children ️

Hello, my name is Mahmoud.

I’m a father of three young children.

I was forced to flee with my family from central Gaza to Rafah, searching for safety and a chance to survive. But even Rafah could not protect us.

For months, we’ve been living in fragile tents—surrounded by real famine, disease, and endless fear.

Every basic item has become a luxury.

Prices have skyrocketed—some up to 100 times their normal cost.

A bag of rice costs more than what I used to earn in a week. A can of baby formula is beyond our reach.

I lost my job.

I lost much of my health.

I lost my ability to care for my children.

And the worst part?

I now watch them cry out of hunger… and I have nothing to give.

❌ No clean water

❌ No stable food

❌ No income

❌ No medicine

❌ No peace

I am not asking for much. I don’t seek comfort or luxury.

All I want is the ability to feed my children, keep them warm, and give them hope to live.

"I’m still standing — not because I’m strong, but because my children need me to be.

I only dream of providing them with a meal, a blanket, and the warmth of a safe heart."

"Help me keep this smile alive."

Every dollar you give could mean a meal, a blanket, or a small moment of relief for my family.

If you can’t donate, please share this story with others who might.

Help me survive. Help me protect my children.

With love and hope,

Mahmoud — From Gaza