My Children Are Starving Under Bombs — I Need Your Help

My Children Are Starving Under Bombs — I Need Your Help

My name is Osama Abd elbary, and I’m a father of three little children — all under five years old. I never imagined I’d find myself pleading for help from strangers, but today, survival is no longer guaranteed, and I’m running out of options.

The Hunger That Stole My Children’s Childhood

It’s hard to explain the pain of watching your child cry — not from illness or injury — but simply because he is hungry.

My youngest used to fall asleep with a bottle of warm milk. Now he cries at night asking for more, but we have nothing left to give him. There is no milk. No eggs. No meat. Not even bread most days.

The prices have skyrocketed. A bag of flour costs more than what most people earn in a week — and even when you have the money, it’s barely available.

As a father, it tears me apart. Children at this age should be growing, learning, laughing — not surviving famine.

We Fled for Safety — But Even That Was Bombed

We were forced to flee our home when the area was declared unsafe. We sought refuge in a UN school, believing we’d be safer there.

But that shelter was bombed too. My brother Rajab was severely injured. Shrapnel tore through his arm. He was lucky to survive, but the damage left his bones shattered.

My Brother Needs Urgent Surgery to Save His Arm

Rajab lives with constant pain. His arm will not heal on its own — he urgently needs surgery outside Gaza. But with the healthcare system destroyed and the borders sealed, we are trapped in suffering.

Without help, he may lose the function of his arm forever.

️ We Came Back to Ruins — But It Was Still Better Than Nothing

Eventually, we returned to our home. It was damaged from airstrikes — windows shattered, walls cracked, ceilings weakened.

But we had no other choice. Even the shelters were no longer safe.

We did what we could to fix it and moved back in, because having damaged walls was still better than having no shelter at all.

I Dreamed of Escaping This War — Now I Just Dream of Feeding My Kids

At the start of this war, my greatest hope was to get my family out — to rescue them from the constant fear.

But now, I only hope for food. I just want to give my children a warm meal, a clean bed, and a childhood they can remember for something other than hunger and the sound of warplanes and explosions.

This war is stealing their future, day by day.

How You Can Help Us Survive

Your support can:

Provide food and clean water for my children

Help my brother receive urgent medical treatment

Repair our damaged home and restore some sense of normal life

Remind us that we are not forgotten

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety, to warmth, to dignity.

Thank you for taking the time to read our story.

Thank you for not turning away.

With love and deep gratitude,

Osama Abd elbary