In Gaza, my children’s day does not begin with the sound of an alarm clock for school…
It begins with a simple question that breaks my heart every morning:
“Dad, will we eat today?”
I look into their small faces and try to smile, even though I don’t have a clear answer.
The war did not only take our home, it took our safety, my work, and even the simplest things children deserve.
My children once dreamed of school, books, and notebooks.
Today, their biggest dream is a warm meal and a night that passes without fear.
I try to be strong in front of them, but the truth is that I feel helpless when I cannot provide them with food or help them continue their education.
I am not asking for much…
All I want is a chance to feed my children and help them keep learning, so their childhood is not lost between war and need.
If my words reach you, please know that your help could mean a meal for a hungry child or a book for a child who still dreams of the future.
Every act of kindness, no matter how small, can make a real difference in my children’s lives.