My name is Noor Ali Ahmed Hamdan, a mother of six children from Gaza. I never imagined I would ever write a campaign asking strangers for help. Our life used to be simple, quiet, and full of small dreams. We were not rich, but we were content. My children slept in their beds, played with their toys, and felt safe under one roof.

Today, everything we had is gone.

Our home was destroyed, our clothes burned, and even the small things that held memories disappeared under the rubble. I now live in a tent that cannot protect my children from cold, heat, or rain, and every day I fear the moment when the tent will fall apart completely.

This is not just a story.

This is our reality.

Our Life Before the War — A Simple Life but a Happy One

Before all this pain, our life in Gaza was not perfect, but it was stable. I was a mother who woke up every morning thinking only about preparing food, helping my children get ready, and making sure they felt loved.

My older son dreamed of becoming a teacher.

My little daughter was always drawing on the walls.

I used to laugh and tell her, “At least draw something beautiful!”

We had a small home. Not big, not fancy.

But it was ours.

A home where my children learned their first words, took their first steps, and slept peacefully at night. A home with warmth, with memories, with life.

That was our situation before the war.

Our Situation After the War — A Life Turned Upside Down

When the bombing reached our area, everything changed within seconds. I ran with my children outside, barefoot, crying, confused. The sky was full of smoke, the ground was shaking, and the only thing I could think about was keeping my children alive.

When the dust settled, our home was gone.

Not damaged—gone.

What remained was a pile of broken cement, ash, and burnt belongings. My heart broke the moment I saw my children staring at the ruins of their bedrooms.

Now we live in a tent that does not protect us from cold nights or hot days.

We have no clean clothes, no proper food, no safe place to sleep, and the ground becomes wet every time it rains.

But the worst part is my son’s health.

He needs urgent treatment, and the cost is too high for me alone. I try to stay strong for my children, but sometimes the pain inside me becomes too much to carry.

Why We Need Help — A Mother Fighting for Her Children

I never wanted to ask for help. I always tried to be strong, to manage everything on my own, to protect my children with whatever little I had. But today, I am standing in a place where I cannot do it alone anymore.

We need:

Every day is a struggle.

Every night I worry if my children will get sick or if the tent will collapse while they sleep.

Every morning, I wake up praying for mercy.

This is why we need help.

And this is why I opened this campaign — not for luxury, but for survival

How Your Support Will Change Our Life — Hope in the Middle of Darkness

Your support will not just give us money.

It will give us life, safety, and hope.

With your help, I will be able to:

Move my children from the damaged tent into a safe temporary shelter

Your kindness will not just change our days.

It will change our future.

This is how your support can change our life.

How the Funds Will Be Spent — Clear and Honest Breakdown

I want everyone who donates to know exactly where their help will go.

Every dollar will be used with honesty and responsibility.

Emergency shelter assistance

Food for the children

Clothing and blankets

Clean water and hygiene supplies

Medical treatment and medicine for my son

Small daily expenses for survival

Rebuilding a small safe place when possible

Nothing here is extra.

Nothing is unnecessary.

Everything listed is needed for basic survival.

This is how your donations will be spent.

A Powerful Call to Action — From a Mother’s Heart

Today, I am asking for something I never imagined I would ask for:

your help, your kindness, your support, your share, your donation — no matter how small.

Please help my children find safety again.

Help us heal from the pain.

Help us rebuild even a small part of our shattered life.

Help my son get the treatment he desperately needs.

If you cannot donate, please share our campaign.

A share can reach someone who might be able to help.

You are not just supporting a family.

You are giving hope to a mother who refuses to give up.

Please stand with us.

Please help us rise again.

Your kindness is the only light we have left.

From my heart, thank you.