Ayalas story:

Sometimes, when people look at me from the outside, they don’t see the whole journey.

But behind my smile, there is a lifetime story.

When I was only 10 years old, I underwent a complex organ transplant.

A little girl who had to learn what pain is, what fear is, and what it means to fight for life.

By the grace of God, the miracle happened — the transplant succeeded, and I grew up.

Over the years, I built a life.

I got married, created a home, and dreamed the most natural dream there is —

to become a mother.

But sometimes, those who have already won one great battle

discover that another battle is waiting for them.

Because of what I went through as a child, my path to having children is very complex,

and today the only way for me to fulfill my dream of motherhood is through surrogacy.

This is not a luxury dream.

It is not an exaggerated wish.

It is a simple, basic, deep dream:

to hold a child in my arms, call them “mine,”

and give them all the love that has been stored in my heart for so many years.

My husband, the man by my side,

has fought for our country — in Gaza and in Lebanon —

and I am fighting here, on the home front, for our shared dream of becoming a family.

We have done everything we could.

We took loans, gathered strength, and refused to give up.

But there is still a large amount standing between us and making this dream come true.

I am not writing this from a place of pity.

I am writing from a place of faith.

Faith in people, in goodness, and in the belief that sometimes —

when hearts open, miracles happen.

If you have read this far — thank you.

The fact that you listened, that your heart was open for a moment,

already gives me the strength to keep believing

that one day, I will call someone

“my child.”

Every donation helps. Every share spreads her story. Every act of kindness brings her closer to the miracle she deserves.

With endless gratitude,

Jennifer Malka