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<div>&gt; My name is Suzan Ghassan Mahmoud Salim, I am 31 years old.
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<div>I got married at a young age and took on the responsibility of raising four children.
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<div>We used to live in a safe, clean, and new home — a place full of warmth and hope — I hadn’t even finished paying for it yet.
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<div>Then came the 2023 war, suddenly… it destroyed everything — the green and the dry alike.
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<div>I lost my husband, and my home was destroyed .
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<div>When the sudden evacuation order came, I had no time to take anything.
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<div>I fled with my children, trying to escape death and occupation.
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<div>That night, I was completely alone with my kids. I didn’t know where to go.
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<div>I spread my jacket on the cold ground, and my children slept on it.
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<div>Their little bodies turned blue from the freezing cold.
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<div>We had no blankets, no house to protect us, no place to shelter in.
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<div>My heart broke as I held them close, trying to warm them with my own body.
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<div>That feeling was like dying while still alive.
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<div>I tasted the pain of death many times that night.
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<div>Bombs were exploding around us, rockets were falling, and the sounds of gunfire and shelling filled the air.
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<div>The fear, the pain, and the terror were beyond words.
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<div>I counted the seconds until sunrise — every minute felt like a century of exhaustion and fear.
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<div>When the sun finally rose, my children and I gathered some torn bags and old fabric to build a small tent to protect ourselves and survive.
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<div>Later, we found a local kitchen run by international organizations, but the food was never enough.
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<div>I would give my share to my children so they could eat as much as possible.
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<div>Then came the famine.
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<div>We ate only to stay alive — a spoonful or two, and sometimes just water and salt.
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<div>I looked at my children and cried in pain, because I couldn’t give them what they needed.
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<div>Their clothes were worn out and thin, not enough to keep them warm.
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<div>They suffered from skin diseases caused by the cold and the harsh living conditions.
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<div>I am not asking for much.
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<div>I only want a safe home and a stable life for my children — a chance to see them grow up in safety and peace.
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<div>Please, help me.
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<div>Help me give my children a life worth living.
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<div>Your kindness can.
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