This is my baby Ayla , I put her in the fourth day of the war .

This is my child Omar. He came with me by ambulance to the hospital When his sister Ayla gave birth , he was very afraid and stayed next to me in my bed with my baby Ayla

this is our family home before and after it was burned by a tank shell.

Omar is shown here playing in the house’s tent before the forced displacement

Omar Before the war he had a beautiful life.

I don't know why we live in this injustice and fear. What is the fault of my children that they are afraid like this? Please help and support us your donation is our only and last hope !!

*First, you can pay in any currency and it will convert to the krone currency automatically. Note: The required amount is $51,000 USD 

($100 USD = kr1,088 SEK).

Hello everybody , My name is Mohammed Alsaadi and I’m from Sweeden .

My cousin would like to tell you their story , and I would be grateful for your support .

Hello my friends , my name is Iman Mowafaq from Gaza. I’m with my mother “Thaira “ and my two babies “Omar & Ayla”

 The story begins with me when I was coming to Gaza city .

I live in Lebanon. I got married there and gave birth to her first child Omar . I was preparing to visit my mother and brother in Gaza and entered Gaza on 18/9/2023 while pregnant with second child “Ayla” , carrying my young child “Omar” who was just over a year old. Then the tragic genocide began, and fate had I’m give birth in the early hours of the fourth day of the war on 11/10/2023 under heavy bombardment as they sought refuge in northern Gaza. My daughter was born in Al-Quds hospital, which was set on fire by the occupation. It was a terrifying time. I left in an ambulance at six in the morning amidst ongoing bombardments, surrounded by fear, with my mother and my son clinging to me due to extreme fear. This is where the story of displacement, deep sadness, and tremendous effort by me , mom , and my brother began.

On the second day after my daughter’s birth, the Red Cross came to the residential block, a square in the Abu Mazen roundabout, informing us to evacuate to the south. We had nowhere to go and did not realize that leaving our family home meant we couldn't return. Each of us left with only the clothes on our backs, and minimal supplies for the newborn and my son who was just a year and two months old when the genocide began.

Our hearts were breaking with helplessness, unsure of the suffering and the lack of bottled water and basic milk for the breastfed children and for my babies and my mother, a woman with chronic diseases who was stuck in Gaza City.

We cannot believe what happened to us. We lost everything in this genocide. Can you imagine the amount of oppression, sadness, and fear under aggressive bombing , my children’s constant screaming, and the continuous search for pure water to drink, a milk bottle, diapers, and even food. We cut off many days of bread and food. Crying and fear prevail.. Yes, my mother and I are very tired ..!

we feel afraid all the time for my children. I do not know where we will reach, but I hope that you will help us get rid of these nightmares and support me, my children, and my mother to survive and continue.

Please consider my appeal to your heart and spread the world of hope, every 5$ can make difference in surviving ,

and thank you to everyone who will help me to care off my babies.. I hope I will not lose them . Friend in this wild world , Every little will make alot for us.

we are eternally grateful for your continued support and prayers.

Greetings, compassionate souls!