"From Beneath the Rubble... We Demand Our Children's Right to Live"

I am a Palestinian mother from Gaza, writing to you from amid the rubble of life, under clouds of smoke and destruction.

We are a simple family who once dreamed of peace — a family of four children and my husband, Yousef.

Our eldest is Rama (13 years old), followed by Raed (10 years old), Ahmed (5 years old), and our youngest, Masa (3 years old).

Before the war, we lived a modest but happy life.

My children attended school, and I worked part-time as a teacher and a handmade gift crafter from our humble home, while my husband helped me secure a better future for our children.

But overnight, everything changed.

War broke out, and the relentless bombing began destroying everything around us.

We were displaced multiple times, fleeing for our lives from death that surrounded us on every side.

We left behind our home and all our memories, along with the dreams of our little children who had known nothing of life but playing, learning, and dreaming of a brighter future.

A week after our displacement, we learned that our six-story building had been completely destroyed.

We were left with nothing.

No shelter, no work, no schools, no hospitals, no food — only rubble, sorrow, and death in every corner.

I lost my brother, and my husband lost his brother and nephew.

We moved from one place to another, living in conditions that can hardly be described as humane:

We lost our sense of safety.

We lost the ability to secure food.

Diseases and famine spread among children and women.

No privacy, no medical care, no sanitation, no education.

Today, as I write to you, I feel as if I am fighting a daily battle just to keep my children alive.

Food prices have skyrocketed, and basic goods have become nearly nonexistent.

We can no longer provide baby Masa with the nutrition she needs, not even daily bread for the rest of the children.

All I dream of now is to get them out of this nightmare — to see Rama achieve her dream of becoming a teacher, to see Raed wearing a doctor’s coat, to see Ahmed grow up and play safely, and to hear Masa’s laughter instead of her cries of hunger and fear.

My appeal to you today:

I humbly ask for your help to allow us to temporarily leave Gaza to any neighboring country, in search of safety — for a roof to shield my children from bombing, hunger, and disease; for a chance at life, a life that has become an unreachable dream in Gaza.

Your donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in the lives of my children:

It will provide safe shelter.

It will help secure food, medicine, and education.

It will save their childhood from being lost to slow death.

How can you help?

By donating to this campaign.

By sharing our story with friends and family.

By praying for our relief and for peace.

"Today, the lives of my children are in your hands. Please don't leave them alone in the face of death."

May Allah reward you all, each and every person who shows mercy, offers a kind word, or lifts a prayer for us.