I am Hani, a visual artist who used to paint life on shattered walls, dreaming that peace would blossom amid the ruins of war. But today… I can no longer even lift the brush.

I suffer from high blood pressure and live in an area devastated by war and famine. All I have left is a frail body and hungry children who look at me with eyes I can’t quite understand… a mix of fear, hunger, and brokenness.

I used to support my family with my paintings—these hands once created hope. Today, they tremble from weakness and hunger. There is no food, no medicine, no work. With every passing day, I feel myself fading, extinguished… like a painting quietly erased.

I am not asking for much, only enough to survive, to feed my children, to become human again—and maybe one day… an artist once more.

Help me, before my story becomes a painful memory left untold.