π΄ My son is hungry... and my heart is helpless.
I always used to tell him, "Don't be afraid, Mama is with you." But when he looked into my eyes today and said in a low voice, "Mama, I'm hungry,"
I felt the world stop...
My son, a piece of my heart, stood before me, weak and tired. He wasn't asking for anything big... just a bite to satisfy his hunger.
I filmed this video to make his voice heard, to tell people his pain, so that someone might feel it... Maybe there are still compassionate hearts.
My son is not alone. There are many children like him, living with hunger every day. But I am his mother, and I can no longer bear to see him like this, without food, without hope.
Help me feed my son...
Help me restore to him the childhood that hunger has stolen.
Even a simple donation can mean the difference between hunger and fullness, between tears and a smile.
My son doesn't just need food... he needs security.
In one of the many once-peaceful neighborhoods of Gaza, Khitam lived a quiet life with her four children. Every morning was routine--she wou













