Please, Keep my family alive

My name is Manar, and I am reaching out with a plea that comes straight from my heart. I am asking for your help to keep my parents, my sister, and her young children alive.

Since the beginning of the war, I have done everything I can to support them—sending whatever money I could so they could buy food and medicine. But now, food prices are unbearably high, withdrawal fees are overwhelming, and medicines are nearly impossible to find. To give you an idea of what they face: 1 kilogram of flour costs over $100, and 1 kilogram of sugar is nearly $80. These are basic items, yet completely out of reach. What little I can send is no longer enough.

My family has lost everything. They live in a tent, exposed to the burning heat of the sun in the summer and the freezing cold of winter nights. My parents are elderly and sick, yet they endure hunger and thirst daily. My sister is trying to comfort her children, but she can barely feed them. The children cry from hunger, and there is nothing she can do.

I only want to keep them alive until, at the very least, I will have the chance to see them again—even if only in my dreams. But I cannot do this alone anymore. I need your help and support. Every dollar you give will go directly toward food, clean water, and medicine to keep them alive.

Please, if you can, help me carry this burden. Your generosity can mean survival for my family. Your support will not just provide food and medicine—it will give them hope that they are not forgotten.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for standing with us in this darkest time.