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My name is Mahmoud Abu Muslim. I am 32 years old, married, and the father of three children:

Jouan, the light of my life

Lilian, whose laughter once filled our home

Yazan, my little boy, my beating heart

We used to live a peaceful, happy life in Gaza — not luxurious, but full of love and warmth. I worked hard to provide a decent life for my family. Our home was simple, but it was our world.

Then the war came…

Suddenly, without mercy, and destroyed everything.

Our home was reduced to rubble.

Our dreams vanished in smoke.

And my children’s future was stolen in an instant.

Now, my children suffer from severe malnutrition,

painful skin rashes,

and a growing weakness that terrifies me more each day.

I watch them cry from hunger,

and I have nothing to give them — not even a piece of bread.

No food. No medicine.

And no way to protect them.

I am a father… but right now, I feel helpless.

Their pain is my torture.

Their silence is louder than any scream.

We have no home. No income. No safety.

Only fear… hunger… and the sound of bombs and sorrow.

I am begging you — from the depths of a broken heart —

please, help me protect my children from death.

Help me give them one more chance to live.

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