My name is Maha, and I am the mother of two young children, Omar and Mohammad. I gave birth to Mohammad in the middle of the war, and his arrival into this world was a harsh testament to the life we live. He is now one year old, and his brother Omar is two. But their childhood is far from safe or comfortable.

Our home was destroyed in the bombing, and now we live in a tent in a camp. I try my best to provide for them, but the rising prices make it impossible. I can’t afford to buy milk or diapers, and their cries of hunger fill the camp at night, tearing my heart apart.

Sometimes, the pain overwhelms me, and I think to myself: "I wish I had never given birth to them, because they suffer so much while they are still so young." But I know the only thing they did wrong is be my children, and I am responsible for them, no matter how cruel life gets.

I ask for your kind hearts to help us. Please, assist me in giving them their most basic rights as children—milk, warmth, and comfort. Any help from you is a lifeline for my little family. Support us, as we are drowning in helplessness.