My name is Hadeel. I am a displaced woman and a mother of three children. I am 25 years old.

I write my story with a heart heavy with fear, yet holding tightly to hope for my children, who have known nothing in life except displacement and war.

Before the war, I lived a simple life like any other mother. My only dream was to see my children grow up safely, go to school, and laugh without fear.

But the war stole everything from us — our home, our stability, and our sense of security.

We were forced to flee, moving from one place to another, carrying what remained of our memories and trying to start from zero each time.

As a mother, my greatest pain is not my own exhaustion or fear, but the looks in my children’s eyes when they ask:

“Why don’t we have a home like other children?”

“Why can’t I go to school?”

Sometimes, I have no answers. I simply hold them close and hide my tears so they will not feel my weakness.

I carry the responsibility of providing for my children alone under extremely difficult conditions, with limited job opportunities and the high cost of living.

I do everything I can to provide them with their most basic rights: food, education, and dignity.

Despite exhaustion, hunger, and fear, I still believe that education is our only path to survival, and that completing my studies will help me build a better future for myself and my children, far from need and loss.

This page was not created to seek sympathy, but as a call for humanitarian support for a woman fighting alone under harsh circumstances and holding on to hope for the sake of her children.

Any support, no matter how small, helps me continue and gives my children a chance at a safer and more stable life.

I am a mother who did not choose war, but chose not to surrender.

Thank you to every heart that feels our pain, every hand that reaches out to help us, and everyone who believes that humanity does not die, even in the darkest times.

Your support today can protect three children’s right to safety, education, and a future.