Support Rose and Najwa’s Future Amidst Crisis

I am writing to you a story from my beloved homeland, one of two million true stories.

I am a young man who grew up with his wife and daughters in a house with my family. I achieved part of my dreams, as I finished my university studies in the Faculty of Engineering, then married the beautiful and charming woman, my partner in life and the hereafter, and became a father to two beautiful girls, Najwa, who is now two years old, and Rose, who is one year old, but in an unfair world, as my daughter Rose was born on September 27, 2023, a week before the disasters began. She still suffers from malnutrition due to the conditions of displacement and tent life. There was a wound in my heart that will never heal, and I saw her grow up in the midst of destruction, not getting her rights like any other child. Her mother and I had drawn a very beautiful future, but unfortunately we never imagined this would happen to us.

We never imagined that a disaster would come and destroy all our ambitions and the ambitions of my wife who was unable to complete her university studies and reach her goal. She is a student at university studying graphic design, but unfortunately she was unable to complete her dream. Fate willed it and whatever it willed, it happened. The sun set on a Saturday in October 2023, and our hearts melted and tears streamed uncontrollably with every displacement.

We left the house since the beginning of the disaster because our area was the first place to be exposed to danger. The area, which was completely destroyed, we fled from without taking anything with us. Hoping to return to the warmth of our home the next day, we said: It's okay, as if the disaster threatens and befalls us. From that day until that moment, the sun did not rise on us the next day.

My heart broke from all those days of hunger, fatigue, pain and loss that we went through as I lost members of my family. We could not bear the loss, the danger, and the terrifying sounds. The screams and fear of the children hurt our hearts as if we were in a nightmare. We lacked all the basics of life. With dignity, our bodies perished from filling water and searching for food, as if we were starting from scratch. How difficult it is to see your children grow up before your eyes while you are unable to provide them with any clothes, a safe place, or any of their rights like any other child.

The disaster continues and the doors of new suffering open every day. We hope to God that we will overcome this pain. I hope that you will contribute to supporting me, my family, my wife, my two daughters Najwa and Rose.