Help my family survive death

My name is Lama, a displaced mother of three living in a small tent after war forced us to flee our home. We have lost everything—our shelter, our safety, and now, even the basics of survival.

My youngest child, Nidal, is sick and growing weaker each day. He needs urgent medical care and infant milk that I cannot afford or even find. We live in extreme poverty, with no access to hospitals, no medication, and not even enough food to keep us going.

I am also pregnant, and I am terrified. I don’t know how I will give birth in these harsh conditions, or how I will care for another baby when I can barely keep my children warm and fed.

There is no flour, no oil, no sugar—just hunger and despair. My children go to bed with empty stomachs, and I can’t stop their tears. Winter has made everything harder. Our tent is cold and leaks rainwater. My sick baby shivers as I wrap him in thin blankets, praying for help.

I am writing to ask, from the bottom of my heart, for your kindness. Your donation—no matter how small—can help us buy food, baby milk, and medicine. It could help me protect my children through this darkness.

Please, help us survive.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.