A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
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We live in a fantasy world; what happened to us in our lives was a beautiful dream that suddenly vanished, and the reality we live in now is like a doomsday movie.
When we tell you to participate, it's as if it doesn't concern you. When we ask for donations to compensate for some of what we've lost, it's as if we're asking for something impossible or as if we're lying. Please, Gaza is a city full of good people who need a better life. Please donate.
I PASSED OUT FROM CRYING SO HARD... MY BABY QAIS HAS DIED.
I am living the hardest hours of my life, and the doctors have told me that we may lose my little boy within the next 48 hours while I stand helplessly beside him, I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Because of his illness, Qais has struggled to eat or drink for more than a week, and his weight has dropped to only 7 kilograms. He urgently needs medication and treatment, but I cannot afford the cost while time keeps running out.
I am not asking for the impossible; I am begging for a chance to save my child's life. Please donate if you can, and if you cannot, share Qais's story. It may reach someone who can help give him another chance to survive.
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OH MY GOD… today my baby Qais suddenly stopped breathing for a few terrifying seconds, and I thought I was watching my child die in front of me. Please, I beg you through my tears, donate now and help save his life before it is too late.
Today, the doctors told me that Qais could die at any moment because of severe bleeding and malnutrition, and I felt my soul collapse hearing those words. If you still have humanity in your heart, please help save my child and share this post now before it is too late.
I will never forget those who donated, shared Qais’s story, and tried saving my child, but unfortunately I still cannot afford enough medicine or clean bandages. Please, donate now before his condition becomes even worse.
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