I’m a mother of three, facing tough times and fighting to give my children a better life. My name means "SunRise 🌅" and I hope that this sunrise will come soon in my life and in the lives of my children, so that we can start anew.
A few days separate us from Christmas, a time filled with wishes and hope. Yet, my dear friends, we are still far from peace and safety. Every day, we endure the harshest kinds of suffering, living in displacement camps that neither shield us from the bitter cold nor protect us from the ongoing shelling. My children shiver every night, trembling with fear and cold, while I, as a mother, stand helpless in the face of this unending torment.
Our simplest wish for the new year is for this war to end, for us to live in peace as every human being deserves. We are not asking for much—just a safe home to shelter us, a quiet sky above us, and a life that allows my children to dream instead of fear.
My message is not a fleeting plea but the voice of a mother who endures pain daily and hopes to find someone who will respond. I ask you, my friends, to carry this voice forward, to share our plea on social media, and to be a source of hope for us. You could be the reason this message reaches compassionate hearts that could change our lives .
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
From the depths of my heart, I thank everyone who feels our pain and stands with us, everyone who offers their support in any way, and everyone who helps spread this message. In this world, we are all brothers and sisters in humanity and love, and our hope in you is immense—to make the new year a beginning of a new life, one filled with safety and tranquility.
To my dear friends, you have the power to bring change. Even the smallest act of kindness can light up our darkest days. Your support and compassion can restore hope in our lives.From my heart, I wish you a year full of love, peace, and the joy of knowing you’ve made a difference. Let’s unite as friends and human beings to make this year a fresh start for all—a year of hope, safety, and humanity.
A few days separate us from Christmas, a time filled with wishes and hope. Yet, my dear friends, we are still far from peace and safety. Every day, we endure the harshest kinds of suffering, living in displacement camps that neither shield us from the bitter cold nor protect us from the ongoing shelling. My children shiver every night, trembling with fear and cold, while I, as a mother, stand helpless in the face of this unending torment.
Our simplest wish for the new year is for this war to end, for us to live in peace as every human being deserves. We are not asking for much—just a safe home to shelter us, a quiet sky above us, and a life that allows my children to dream instead of fear.
My message is not a fleeting plea but the voice of a mother who endures pain daily and hopes to find someone who will respond. I ask you, my friends, to carry this voice forward, to share our plea on social media, and to be a source of hope for us. You could be the reason this message reaches compassionate hearts that could change our lives .
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
From the depths of my heart, I thank everyone who feels our pain and stands with us, everyone who offers their support in any way, and everyone who helps spread this message. In this world, we are all brothers and sisters in humanity and love, and our hope in you is immense—to make the new year a beginning of a new life, one filled with safety and tranquility.
To my dear friends, you have the power to bring change. Even the smallest act of kindness can light up our darkest days. Your support and compassion can restore hope in our lives.From my heart, I wish you a year full of love, peace, and the joy of knowing you’ve made a difference. Let’s unite as friends and human beings to make this year a fresh start for all—a year of hope, safety, and humanity.
I no longer know if my children, my family, or I will survive this unending war—or if we’ll become just another fading memory, like the countless loved ones we’ve already lost. Every day brings new waves of destruction, relentless airstrikes from warplanes, and bombardments from the sea. Hunger gnaws at us, spreading like a shadow, and even a single loaf of bread feels like an impossible dream. I find myself questioning whether we’ll ever see peace, whether we’ll ever see tomorrow. And yet, this morning, as I stood outside my tent in the displacement camp, a fragile rainbow 🌈 appeared in the sky a fleeting promise of hope amidst the chaos. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a sign that we still have a chance to endure.
To know about my story follow the link
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eileen, 5 years old, and Hisham, who is nearing his second birthday. I lived with my husband Samer in a beautiful home in northern Gaza, where our lives were filled with hope. Every corner of our home held precious memories, from our children’s laughter to the happy moments we shared as a family. But over a year ago, everything changed. The dream we built turned into an endless nightmare. We lost everything, and our journey of suffering and displacement began.
On the night of October 10, 2023, after I had put my children to bed, the bombing grew closer. At exactly 1:30 AM, the threat came. We had to leave our home immediately. There was no time to think, 🤔 no time to gather anything. We carried our children 🧒 and fled into the dark, not knowing where to go, just trying to survive the relentless bombing. Our home, 🏠 mom 👩 which was once our safe haven, was partially destroyed and became uninhabitable. Along with it, all the beautiful memories we made were gone. We left with no food, no extra clothes, and none of the basic necessities for our children.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
We moved around for two weeks inside Gaza City, being displaced twice during that time, until we finally reached Rafah on October 20, 2023. There, a new chapter of our suffering began. We had no choice but to live in a small tent. ⛺️ As a mother, the hardest thing was seeing my children hungry and not being able to provide for them. No clean 🧼 water, no food 🍱 to sustain them, and the cold 🥶 wrapping around their small bodies.
My son Qusai has had a heart ♥️ condition since birth, requiring several surgeries. In these circumstances, we can’t access the medical 🏥 care he needs, not even basic medicine. 💊 Every time I see him in pain, my heart breaks. How can I, as a mother, not provide safety and treatment for my child?👦
My daughter Eileen, only five years old, has been deeply affected by the war. She was once a joyful 😀 and lively child, but now fear 😨 has taken over her small face. She no longer laughs like she used to, and she no longer dreams of the future. The war has stolen her childhood.
On October 5, 2023, we were threatened again and forced to flee from Rafah to Deir al-Balah. This was our fifth displacement. We stayed there for two months, but even Deir al-Balah wasn’t safe. Once again, we packed our few belongings and headed to the town of Zawaida.
My youngest son, Hisham, who hasn’t yet turned two, is suffering from malnutrition. I cannot describe the feeling of looking at my baby, knowing he is hungry and not being able to provide him with the proper food. Prices for basic needs have skyrocketed, with even diapers costing $100. We were also living in constant fear of the polio outbreak, 😷 which was declared by the World Health Organization. 🏥 This added another layer of terror for us as a family, fearing for our children’s health, but thankfully, we managed to get them vaccinated just in time.
For the second year in a row, my children 🧒 have not been able to attend school. 🏫 No education, no clear future. As a mother, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We now live in a small tent ⛺️ where everything is cramped into one tiny space. The bathroom, 🚽 kitchen, and sleeping 🛌 area are all in one room. The war rages on, and we live between fear, hunger, and the cold.🥶
Today, I ask for your help. As a mother, 🧑 all I want is to take my children to a safe place, where they can enjoy their childhood without fear or hunger. We need your support, as the cost of travel alone is $5,000💵per person for me and my husband, and $2,500 💵for each of our three children, bringing the total to $17,500, 💵just to cover the expenses required by travel companies to get us to safety.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
In addition to this, we need ongoing support to start a new life. We need your help to rent a home, continue my son Qusai’s medical treatment, and enroll my children in school so they can resume their education. My husband and I need the means to stand on our feet again, to rebuild our lives and give our children the future they deserve.
Please support us in this campaign so we can escape this suffering and provide a dignified life for my children, far from the destruction.
Help us give my children a chance at a new life.
Our campaign ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #240 )✅️
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eileen, 5 years old, and Hisham, who is nearing his second birthday. I lived with my husband Samer in a beautiful home in northern Gaza, where our lives were filled with hope. Every corner of our home held precious memories, from our children’s laughter to the happy moments we shared as a family. But over a year ago, everything changed. The dream we built turned into an endless nightmare. We lost everything, and our journey of suffering and displacement began.
On the night of October 10, 2023, after I had put my children to bed, the bombing grew closer. At exactly 1:30 AM, the threat came. We had to leave our home immediately. There was no time to think, 🤔 no time to gather anything. We carried our children 🧒 and fled into the dark, not knowing where to go, just trying to survive the relentless bombing. Our home, 🏠 mom 👩 which was once our safe haven, was partially destroyed and became uninhabitable. Along with it, all the beautiful memories we made were gone. We left with no food, no extra clothes, and none of the basic necessities for our children.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
We moved around for two weeks inside Gaza City, being displaced twice during that time, until we finally reached Rafah on October 20, 2023. There, a new chapter of our suffering began. We had no choice but to live in a small tent. ⛺️ As a mother, the hardest thing was seeing my children hungry and not being able to provide for them. No clean 🧼 water, no food 🍱 to sustain them, and the cold 🥶 wrapping around their small bodies.
My son Qusai has had a heart ♥️ condition since birth, requiring several surgeries. In these circumstances, we can’t access the medical 🏥 care he needs, not even basic medicine. 💊 Every time I see him in pain, my heart breaks. How can I, as a mother, not provide safety and treatment for my child?👦
My daughter Eileen, only five years old, has been deeply affected by the war. She was once a joyful 😀 and lively child, but now fear 😨 has taken over her small face. She no longer laughs like she used to, and she no longer dreams of the future. The war has stolen her childhood.
On October 5, 2023, we were threatened again and forced to flee from Rafah to Deir al-Balah. This was our fifth displacement. We stayed there for two months, but even Deir al-Balah wasn’t safe. Once again, we packed our few belongings and headed to the town of Zawaida.
My youngest son, Hisham, who hasn’t yet turned two, is suffering from malnutrition. I cannot describe the feeling of looking at my baby, knowing he is hungry and not being able to provide him with the proper food. Prices for basic needs have skyrocketed, with even diapers costing $100. We were also living in constant fear of the polio outbreak, 😷 which was declared by the World Health Organization. 🏥 This added another layer of terror for us as a family, fearing for our children’s health, but thankfully, we managed to get them vaccinated just in time.
For the second year in a row, my children 🧒 have not been able to attend school. 🏫 No education, no clear future. As a mother, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We now live in a small tent ⛺️ where everything is cramped into one tiny space. The bathroom, 🚽 kitchen, and sleeping 🛌 area are all in one room. The war rages on, and we live between fear, hunger, and the cold.🥶
Today, I ask for your help. As a mother, 🧑 all I want is to take my children to a safe place, where they can enjoy their childhood without fear or hunger. We need your support, as the cost of travel alone is $5,000💵per person for me and my husband, and $2,500 💵for each of our three children, bringing the total to $17,500, 💵just to cover the expenses required by travel companies to get us to safety.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
In addition to this, we need ongoing support to start a new life. We need your help to rent a home, continue my son Qusai’s medical treatment, and enroll my children in school so they can resume their education. My husband and I need the means to stand on our feet again, to rebuild our lives and give our children the future they deserve.
Please support us in this campaign so we can escape this suffering and provide a dignified life for my children, far from the destruction.
Help us give my children a chance at a new life.
Our campaign ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #240 )✅️
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eileen, 5 years old, and Hisham, who is nearing his second birthday. I lived with my husband Samer in a beautiful home in northern Gaza, where our lives were filled with hope. Every corner of our home held precious memories, from our children’s laughter to the happy moments we shared as a family. But over a year ago, everything changed. The dream we built turned into an endless nightmare. We lost everything, and our journey of suffering and displacement began.
On the night of October 10, 2023, after I had put my children to bed, the bombing grew closer. At exactly 1:30 AM, the threat came. We had to leave our home immediately. There was no time to think, 🤔 no time to gather anything. We carried our children 🧒 and fled into the dark, not knowing where to go, just trying to survive the relentless bombing. Our home, 🏠 mom 👩 which was once our safe haven, was partially destroyed and became uninhabitable. Along with it, all the beautiful memories we made were gone. We left with no food, no extra clothes, and none of the basic necessities for our children.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
We moved around for two weeks inside Gaza City, being displaced twice during that time, until we finally reached Rafah on October 20, 2023. There, a new chapter of our suffering began. We had no choice but to live in a small tent. ⛺️ As a mother, the hardest thing was seeing my children hungry and not being able to provide for them. No clean 🧼 water, no food 🍱 to sustain them, and the cold 🥶 wrapping around their small bodies.
My son Qusai has had a heart ♥️ condition since birth, requiring several surgeries. In these circumstances, we can’t access the medical 🏥 care he needs, not even basic medicine. 💊 Every time I see him in pain, my heart breaks. How can I, as a mother, not provide safety and treatment for my child?👦
My daughter Eileen, only five years old, has been deeply affected by the war. She was once a joyful 😀 and lively child, but now fear 😨 has taken over her small face. She no longer laughs like she used to, and she no longer dreams of the future. The war has stolen her childhood.
On October 5, 2023, we were threatened again and forced to flee from Rafah to Deir al-Balah. This was our fifth displacement. We stayed there for two months, but even Deir al-Balah wasn’t safe. Once again, we packed our few belongings and headed to the town of Zawaida.
My youngest son, Hisham, who hasn’t yet turned two, is suffering from malnutrition. I cannot describe the feeling of looking at my baby, knowing he is hungry and not being able to provide him with the proper food. Prices for basic needs have skyrocketed, with even diapers costing $100. We were also living in constant fear of the polio outbreak, 😷 which was declared by the World Health Organization. 🏥 This added another layer of terror for us as a family, fearing for our children’s health, but thankfully, we managed to get them vaccinated just in time.
For the second year in a row, my children 🧒 have not been able to attend school. 🏫 No education, no clear future. As a mother, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We now live in a small tent ⛺️ where everything is cramped into one tiny space. The bathroom, 🚽 kitchen, and sleeping 🛌 area are all in one room. The war rages on, and we live between fear, hunger, and the cold.🥶
Today, I ask for your help. As a mother, 🧑 all I want is to take my children to a safe place, where they can enjoy their childhood without fear or hunger. We need your support, as the cost of travel alone is $5,000💵per person for me and my husband, and $2,500 💵for each of our three children, bringing the total to $17,500, 💵just to cover the expenses required by travel companies to get us to safety.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
In addition to this, we need ongoing support to start a new life. We need your help to rent a home, continue my son Qusai’s medical treatment, and enroll my children in school so they can resume their education. My husband and I need the means to stand on our feet again, to rebuild our lives and give our children the future they deserve.
Please support us in this campaign so we can escape this suffering and provide a dignified life for my children, far from the destruction.
Help us give my children a chance at a new life.
Our campaign ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #240 )✅️
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eileen, 5 years old, and Hisham, who is nearing his second birthday. I lived with my husband Samer in a beautiful home in northern Gaza, where our lives were filled with hope. Every corner of our home held precious memories, from our children’s laughter to the happy moments we shared as a family. But over a year ago, everything changed. The dream we built turned into an endless nightmare. We lost everything, and our journey of suffering and displacement began.
On the night of October 10, 2023, after I had put my children to bed, the bombing grew closer. At exactly 1:30 AM, the threat came. We had to leave our home immediately. There was no time to think, 🤔 no time to gather anything. We carried our children 🧒 and fled into the dark, not knowing where to go, just trying to survive the relentless bombing. Our home, 🏠 mom 👩 which was once our safe haven, was partially destroyed and became uninhabitable. Along with it, all the beautiful memories we made were gone. We left with no food, no extra clothes, and none of the basic necessities for our children.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
We moved around for two weeks inside Gaza City, being displaced twice during that time, until we finally reached Rafah on October 20, 2023. There, a new chapter of our suffering began. We had no choice but to live in a small tent. ⛺️ As a mother, the hardest thing was seeing my children hungry and not being able to provide for them. No clean 🧼 water, no food 🍱 to sustain them, and the cold 🥶 wrapping around their small bodies.
My son Qusai has had a heart ♥️ condition since birth, requiring several surgeries. In these circumstances, we can’t access the medical 🏥 care he needs, not even basic medicine. 💊 Every time I see him in pain, my heart breaks. How can I, as a mother, not provide safety and treatment for my child?👦
My daughter Eileen, only five years old, has been deeply affected by the war. She was once a joyful 😀 and lively child, but now fear 😨 has taken over her small face. She no longer laughs like she used to, and she no longer dreams of the future. The war has stolen her childhood.
On October 5, 2023, we were threatened again and forced to flee from Rafah to Deir al-Balah. This was our fifth displacement. We stayed there for two months, but even Deir al-Balah wasn’t safe. Once again, we packed our few belongings and headed to the town of Zawaida.
My youngest son, Hisham, who hasn’t yet turned two, is suffering from malnutrition. I cannot describe the feeling of looking at my baby, knowing he is hungry and not being able to provide him with the proper food. Prices for basic needs have skyrocketed, with even diapers costing $100. We were also living in constant fear of the polio outbreak, 😷 which was declared by the World Health Organization. 🏥 This added another layer of terror for us as a family, fearing for our children’s health, but thankfully, we managed to get them vaccinated just in time.
For the second year in a row, my children 🧒 have not been able to attend school. 🏫 No education, no clear future. As a mother, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We now live in a small tent ⛺️ where everything is cramped into one tiny space. The bathroom, 🚽 kitchen, and sleeping 🛌 area are all in one room. The war rages on, and we live between fear, hunger, and the cold.🥶
Today, I ask for your help. As a mother, 🧑 all I want is to take my children to a safe place, where they can enjoy their childhood without fear or hunger. We need your support, as the cost of travel alone is $5,000💵per person for me and my husband, and $2,500 💵for each of our three children, bringing the total to $17,500, 💵just to cover the expenses required by travel companies to get us to safety.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
In addition to this, we need ongoing support to start a new life. We need your help to rent a home, continue my son Qusai’s medical treatment, and enroll my children in school so they can resume their education. My husband and I need the means to stand on our feet again, to rebuild our lives and give our children the future they deserve.
Please support us in this campaign so we can escape this suffering and provide a dignified life for my children, far from the destruction.
Help us give my children a chance at a new life.
Our campaign ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #240 )✅️
My children woke up in the darkness of the night, terrified by the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the tent, making a noise like gunfire. I told them, "It's just the sound of the rain," and they went back to sleep, their fear replaced by calm. As for me, sleep escaped me, and I lay awake, watching the ceiling of the tent, fearing that it might collapse!
Once, when the sky rained, we rejoiced and welcomed its arrival. The children would run out into the streets, playing joyfully in the rain as if it were a holiday. But today, when the sky fills with clouds, our hearts fill with worry and fear. Our spirits are weighed down by anxiety. How could they not be, when our tattered tents, torn by the scorching heat of summer, will drown in mud and water with the first drop of rain? You can imagine the extent of our oppression and pain.
To learn more about my story, please follow the link. Your support, no matter how small, will make a big difference in my life.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
My children woke up in the darkness of the night, terrified by the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the tent, making a noise like gunfire. I told them, "It's just the sound of the rain," and they went back to sleep, their fear replaced by calm. As for me, sleep escaped me, and I lay awake, watching the ceiling of the tent, fearing that it might collapse!
Once, when the sky rained, we rejoiced and welcomed its arrival. The children would run out into the streets, playing joyfully in the rain as if it were a holiday. But today, when the sky fills with clouds, our hearts fill with worry and fear. Our spirits are weighed down by anxiety. How could they not be, when our tattered tents, torn by the scorching heat of summer, will drown in mud and water with the first drop of rain? You can imagine the extent of our oppression and pain.
To learn more about my story, please follow the link. Your support, no matter how small, will make a big difference in my life.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
I no longer know if my children, my family, or I will survive this unending war—or if we’ll become just another fading memory, like the countless loved ones we’ve already lost. Every day brings new waves of destruction, relentless airstrikes from warplanes, and bombardments from the sea. Hunger gnaws at us, spreading like a shadow, and even a single loaf of bread feels like an impossible dream. I find myself questioning whether we’ll ever see peace, whether we’ll ever see tomorrow. And yet, this morning, as I stood outside my tent in the displacement camp, a fragile rainbow 🌈 appeared in the sky a fleeting promise of hope amidst the chaos. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a sign that we still have a chance to endure.
To know about my story follow the link
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eileen, 5 years old, and Hisham, who is nearing his second birthday. I lived with my husband Samer in a beautiful home in northern Gaza, where our lives were filled with hope. Every corner of our home held precious memories, from our children’s laughter to the happy moments we shared as a family. But over a year ago, everything changed. The dream we built turned into an endless nightmare. We lost everything, and our journey of suffering and displacement began.
On the night of October 10, 2023, after I had put my children to bed, the bombing grew closer. At exactly 1:30 AM, the threat came. We had to leave our home immediately. There was no time to think, 🤔 no time to gather anything. We carried our children 🧒 and fled into the dark, not knowing where to go, just trying to survive the relentless bombing. Our home, 🏠 mom 👩 which was once our safe haven, was partially destroyed and became uninhabitable. Along with it, all the beautiful memories we made were gone. We left with no food, no extra clothes, and none of the basic necessities for our children.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
We moved around for two weeks inside Gaza City, being displaced twice during that time, until we finally reached Rafah on October 20, 2023. There, a new chapter of our suffering began. We had no choice but to live in a small tent. ⛺️ As a mother, the hardest thing was seeing my children hungry and not being able to provide for them. No clean 🧼 water, no food 🍱 to sustain them, and the cold 🥶 wrapping around their small bodies.
My son Qusai has had a heart ♥️ condition since birth, requiring several surgeries. In these circumstances, we can’t access the medical 🏥 care he needs, not even basic medicine. 💊 Every time I see him in pain, my heart breaks. How can I, as a mother, not provide safety and treatment for my child?👦
My daughter Eileen, only five years old, has been deeply affected by the war. She was once a joyful 😀 and lively child, but now fear 😨 has taken over her small face. She no longer laughs like she used to, and she no longer dreams of the future. The war has stolen her childhood.
On October 5, 2023, we were threatened again and forced to flee from Rafah to Deir al-Balah. This was our fifth displacement. We stayed there for two months, but even Deir al-Balah wasn’t safe. Once again, we packed our few belongings and headed to the town of Zawaida.
My youngest son, Hisham, who hasn’t yet turned two, is suffering from malnutrition. I cannot describe the feeling of looking at my baby, knowing he is hungry and not being able to provide him with the proper food. Prices for basic needs have skyrocketed, with even diapers costing $100. We were also living in constant fear of the polio outbreak, 😷 which was declared by the World Health Organization. 🏥 This added another layer of terror for us as a family, fearing for our children’s health, but thankfully, we managed to get them vaccinated just in time.
For the second year in a row, my children 🧒 have not been able to attend school. 🏫 No education, no clear future. As a mother, I feel helpless, unable to give them the hope they deserve.
We now live in a small tent ⛺️ where everything is cramped into one tiny space. The bathroom, 🚽 kitchen, and sleeping 🛌 area are all in one room. The war rages on, and we live between fear, hunger, and the cold.🥶
Today, I ask for your help. As a mother, 🧑 all I want is to take my children to a safe place, where they can enjoy their childhood without fear or hunger. We need your support, as the cost of travel alone is $5,000💵per person for me and my husband, and $2,500 💵for each of our three children, bringing the total to $17,500, 💵just to cover the expenses required by travel companies to get us to safety.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, E… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Shorouq’s Story: A Mother’s Cry fro
In addition to this, we need ongoing support to start a new life. We need your help to rent a home, continue my son Qusai’s medical treatment, and enroll my children in school so they can resume their education. My husband and I need the means to stand on our feet again, to rebuild our lives and give our children the future they deserve.
Please support us in this campaign so we can escape this suffering and provide a dignified life for my children, far from the destruction.
Help us give my children a chance at a new life.
Our campaign ✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #240 )✅️
I no longer know if my children, my family, or I will survive this unending war—or if we’ll become just another fading memory, like the countless loved ones we’ve already lost. Every day brings new waves of destruction, relentless airstrikes from warplanes, and bombardments from the sea. Hunger gnaws at us, spreading like a shadow, and even a single loaf of bread feels like an impossible dream. I find myself questioning whether we’ll ever see peace, whether we’ll ever see tomorrow. And yet, this morning, as I stood outside my tent in the displacement camp, a fragile rainbow 🌈 appeared in the sky a fleeting promise of hope amidst the chaos. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a sign that we still have a chance to endure.
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I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
Thank you @084392 🌹so much for adding me to the list and for your ongoing support with my campaign. Your kindness and belief in me mean the world, and I’m incredibly grateful to have you by my side.With all my heart, thank you
My friends, my name is on the list. name @shoroa91 Please support my campaign by sharing and promoting it, or by donating a small amount. In conclusion, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
My children woke up in the darkness of the night, terrified by the sound of the rain hitting the roof of the tent, making a noise like gunfire. I told them, "It's just the sound of the rain," and they went back to sleep, their fear replaced by calm. As for me, sleep escaped me, and I lay awake, watching the ceiling of the tent, fearing that it might collapse!
Once, when the sky rained, we rejoiced and welcomed its arrival. The children would run out into the streets, playing joyfully in the rain as if it were a holiday. But today, when the sky fills with clouds, our hearts fill with worry and fear. Our spirits are weighed down by anxiety. How could they not be, when our tattered tents, torn by the scorching heat of summer, will drown in mud and water with the first drop of rain? You can imagine the extent of our oppression and pain.
To learn more about my story, please follow the link. Your support, no matter how small, will make a big difference in my life.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
Its coldness, unsettling stillness, and relentless rains have taken over. Last night was harsh, as the heavy rain flooded our humble tents, leaving behind nothing but cold and suffering.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
My children, their small bodies can no longer endure this piercing cold. All I can do is hold them close, but even that is no longer enough to shield them from the cruelty of this weather. Our tiny tent, barely offering us shelter, stands less than 100 meters away from the sea. The crashing waves and roaring winds create a daily battle for us, amplifying the fear in my children during the darkness of the night.
This morning, we woke up to the same exhausting reality. I don’t know if this suffering will ever end or if it will repeat with every new sunrise. Sometimes I wonder: does tomorrow hold any hope for us, or is it just another chapter of pain?
These are not just words, but glinnmpses of the reality of my life and the suffering of my children, for which I can find no solution.
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
In these times, what we truly long for is a simple act of compassion from those around us. A gentle message asking about our well-being, a reminder that we are not alone in this struggle, would mean everything to us. Every one of you, with the smallest of actions, has the power to bring light to our lives.
By a small post or sharing our story, by letting others know, you keep us in your thoughts and hearts.
Thank you for standing with us, even in the simplest ways. May you always be surrounded by kindness and care.
Stay safe, and be blessed.
I'm not sure if this is a chain thing or a copy-paste gone wrong but I second it anyway.
My standing hope in this country and in this world is that there is always a smattering of people that want to help each other, and that that kindness has the power to radiate, one selfless act at a time.
We can't give up, especially now. Now is the most important time to support each other.
My friend, 🌹@behind-the-fic 🌹I want to thank you for these beautiful words. I do not copy and paste; I am not a robot. I try as much as possible to convey the struggles of myself and my children in the right way, so as not to inconvenience or embarrass anyone. Thank you for your care and your words. My children and I deeply appreciate it.
I no longer know if my children, my family, or I will survive this unending war—or if we’ll become just another fading memory, like the countless loved ones we’ve already lost. Every day brings new waves of destruction, relentless airstrikes from warplanes, and bombardments from the sea. Hunger gnaws at us, spreading like a shadow, and even a single loaf of bread feels like an impossible dream. I find myself questioning whether we’ll ever see peace, whether we’ll ever see tomorrow. And yet, this morning, as I stood outside my tent in the displacement camp, a fragile rainbow 🌈 appeared in the sky a fleeting promise of hope amidst the chaos. Perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a sign that we still have a chance to endure.
To know about my story follow the link
I am Shorouq, a mother of three children: Qusai, 7 years old, Eil… Shorouq Eldrimly needs your support for Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals fo
Hello everyone, I encourage you to take a moment to read Shorouq's story and provide a donation/share, as their safety matters more than ever. Any boost will be appreciated so more people get to see their post!
“Thank you 🌹@tfh-afrts🌹 from the depths of my heart for this beautiful and wonderful idea. My children and I will be filled with joy, and we will carry this kindness with us always. Words can’t express the gratitude I feel—thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart.
