My name is Zeina, I am almost 11 years old, and I am the eldest daughter of Ahmed Alanqer. I am writing to you today to ask for your help to save my life, my family, and my future from the horrors of war in Gaza.
Since I was nine, I have lived under the shadow of bombs and constant fear.
The war didn’t just steal my childhood — it took away our home, my school, and the people I loved.
I used to dream of studying medicine, of becoming a doctor, to heal the sick and give them hope.
Now, my only dream is to stay alive.
We have moved from place to place, searching for safety, but there is no safe place here.
We are living in extremely harsh conditions — drinking dirty water and eating whatever little we can find.
Every morning, my father Ahmed goes out searching for food and water. I hug him goodbye not knowing if he’ll come back.
My mother lost her parents, her sisters, and all their children in a single airstrike.
They are still under the rubble, and we didn’t even get to say goodbye.
It has been nearly two years without school, without safety, without a normal life.
I recently returned to school, but even that is no longer a safe place.
I walk there with fear in my heart and come back with worry in my eyes.
Every moment of our lives is surrounded by danger.
All I wish for is to leave with my family to a safe place,
to continue my education in peace, and to achieve my dream of studying medicine and becoming a doctor, to heal pain and plant hope.
I am Zeina — a child, like any other child in the world. I deserve to live, to learn, and to dream.
I humbly ask for your kindness and support. Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to hope, to survival, to life.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who hears my voice. Your support makes a difference and gives me the strength to keep going.
Please donate, share, and be part of my story —
a story I want to turn from pain… into hope.
" My little sister is dead—this is what you will hear if you do not help save her today, and I write these words to stop that headline becoming our reality tonight, forever alone. I hold my sister through the night, counting her breaths, fearing the silence. Time is slipping away, hope is thin. Please don’t scroll past us—please donate, your donation can turn this fate into life for my sister. If my little sister survives tonight, it will be because someone chose compassion over scrolling. Low funds, limited time, fragile life. Please donate and share now—every small gift could become her tomorrow and save her. "
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