I Am a Torn Mother – My Baby Is Sick with Me in Spain, While My Children Starve in Gaza
By Maha Al-Taher
I am a mother… but I do not live like any mother should.
I hold my youngest baby in my arms here in Spain. He is sick—too sick for his little body. We go from one hospital to another, fighting to keep him alive.
Every day, I pray for his healing.
Every night, I wipe his tears, hiding my own.
But my pain doesn’t end here.
My other children are far away… in Gaza.
Alone. Under siege. Under bombs.
And worst of all… they are hungry.
Yes, my children are starving. No bread. No milk. No comfort. No warmth.
They cry for me, and I cannot reach them.
I cry for them, and they cannot hear me.
My heart is split in two—between a baby fighting for his life beside me, and his siblings slowly dying from hunger far away.
I am writing to you not just as a mother, but as a broken soul begging for mercy:
Please help me.
Help feed my children in Gaza.
Help me save my baby here from disease.
Help a mother who is breaking more each day.
{Insert your donation link here}
Every donation, every share, every prayer — it gives breath, hope, and life to my children.
We are not just numbers.
We are mothers. We are children.
And right now — we desperately need you.
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