My name is Ahmed Al-Nabeeh. I am 33 years old, a husband and a father to a six-month-old baby girl.

Before the war, my wife Enas and I were living in a simple but beautiful home. It was filled with warmth, safety, and dreams for our future. During the war, my wife gave birth to our baby girl, in the midst of fear, displacement, and uncertainty. Today, our home has been completely destroyed. The war did not only take our house — it took our stability, our work, our sense of safety, and our hope.

Now, my wife, our baby, and I are living on the street inside a fragile tent, exposed every day to scorching sun, heavy rain, and extreme cold, with no privacy and no basic necessities of life.

I lost my job because of the war. We have no income, no savings, and nothing left to sell. Every day, we feel completely helpless.

You know what it means to be a parent — to hold your baby in your arms and be unable to provide even the most basic of her rights: milk to stop her hunger, warm clothes to protect her from the cold, and a safe place to shelter her from rain and freezing weather.

The hardest part is our baby. She cries every day because she is hungry and cold. She needs milk, clothes, and basic care, yet as parents we are powerless to give her what she needs. Watching our child suffer while we can do nothing is the deepest pain a parent can feel.

We are not asking for luxury. We are asking for dignity, safety, and a chance to survive.

Our dream is simple: to rebuild our home, to protect our daughter, and to live again as a family with warmth and stability.

Please, do not leave us alone. Your support can help us survive today and rebuild tomorrow. You are our hope.

Thank you for reading our story and for standing with us in our darkest time.