Support Fatima, Iman & Noor’s Survival

I am Fatima, a 9-year-old girl, but my heart carries burdens far heavier than my age

.I used to live with my mother, Maysoun, my sister Iman, and my little sister Noor in a home filled with warmth and laughter… until one day, the war stole everything from us, and our home became just a memory beneath the rubble.

Now, we live through harsh days… no safe shelter, not enough food, and not a single night without fear. My mother tries to appear strong for us, but I can see the tears hiding behind her smile, and I feel her pain as she watches us go to sleep hungry.Iman has become silent, no longer laughing as she used to, and little Noor knows nothing of childhood except crying and fear.Sometimes, I place my hand on my empty stomach and tell myself, “Be strong, Fatima, so you don’t add to your mother’s worries,” but my heart breaks when I see my sisters suffering.I dream of returning to our home, of finding enough food to end our hunger, of living even one day without fear. I write these words to cry out with the voice of a wounded childhood… hoping a compassionate heart will hear me and reach out before the war steals what’s left of our dreams. Please donate to save my childhood and the childhood of my sisters — every bit of help could be our lifeline.