Nora: A Child's Plea for Hope and Survival

Nora: The Shining Star of Our Family – A Journey Through Her Eyes

I am Nora, the little girl who has never seen the home my family speaks of so fondly. I wasn’t born into warmth, security, or normalcy—I was born into hardship, into the shadows of tragedy. My siblings and cousins tell me stories of a home that once existed, where laughter filled the rooms and where the world felt safe. But I have never known that life. Yet, even in this darkness, I refuse to be just a silent witness to suffering. I am the shining star of my family, the voice that will carry our truth to the world. Through my eyes, I want you to see the reality of our struggles, the strength of my family, and the hope that refuses to fade.

A Journey of Siblings: Strength, Love, and Survival

I may be the youngest, but my older siblings carry the memories that shape our story.

My elder sister Rahaf (9 years old) speaks of the world before it crumbled—of the home that once held our family’s dreams. She remembers its corners, its warmth, the laughter of our parents, and the quiet moments of hope before fear took over. Even though she has endured pain beyond her years, she carries the strength to hold us together, to remind me that love is greater than loss.

My elder brother Mohammad (8 years old) was once carefree, but his childhood was taken too soon. He used to run through hallways without worry, but now, he bears responsibilities far beyond his years. His courage pushes us forward, reminding me that survival is not just endurance, but a belief in something greater.

My younger brother Subhai (5 years old) once laughed easily, but now his words are shaped by hardship. He tells me stories of the home I never knew, painting pictures in my mind so I can hold onto the memory of a place I never saw. Through his stories, I feel the presence of something lost, but never forgotten.

Cousins Who Carry the Legacy of Hope

My cousins are more than family—they are pieces of the past and fragments of our future.

My cousin Khalid (11 years old) lived in the home before it was taken from us. He remembers the laughter, the safety, the days when our family had hope. He tells me that these memories don’t belong only to those who lived them—they belong to me too, because they are the foundation of our resilience.

My cousin Elan (13 years old) believes in me. She tells me I am more than just a child surviving hardship. I am the one who will carry our family's story forward, ensuring that no child ever has to live without hope again.

My cousin Nabila (6 years old) carries the innocence of childhood despite everything. She speaks of her dreams as if they are real, as if the world is kinder than it truly is. She reminds us that hope must remain alive, no matter how difficult the circumstances.

My cousin Rafif (9 years old) fights every day for a little more peace, but the daily struggles make that dream seem far away. Still, she insists that hope is stronger than pain, that joy can be found in even the smallest moments.

My youngest cousin Ahmad (3 years old) does not yet understand the world, but he feels it. He sees the adults speaking about the past and wonders about the future—the future that we all dream will be safer, brighter, and filled with love.

The Star That Lights the Way

Among them all, I am the smallest—the one who has only ever known this world through their memories. But today, I choose to be more than a listener. I want the world to see life through my eyes, to understand what it means to grow up never knowing security, never knowing home.

I am Nora, the shining star of my family, carrying our story to the world. I ask you to help us build a future where our struggles become nothing more than distant memories.

These Children Need You – Help Them Survive

I am the youngest girl in my family, and I haven’t had milk for three months. The most basic necessities—flour, milk, medicine—are out of reach. Every day, we fight hunger and sickness, struggling to stay alive. My siblings and cousins endure the same suffering, children starving in silence.

We are battling severe malnutrition, anemia, and deep emotional trauma. Our fragile bodies grow weaker each day, and the pain never ends. We don’t ask for much—just the essentials to sustain life. Food, medicine, and the small hope of a future where hunger doesn’t define us.

Please help us. Donate today. Give these children the chance to live.

Join us in creating a brighter future—Nora and her family need you.