My name is Obaida, and I write these words with a heavy heart. I lost my father, who was our only support in this life, and now we have no o
My name is Obaida, and I write these words with a heavy heart. I lost my father, who was our only support in this life, and now we have no one to provide for us or protect us. His loss wasn't the only tragedy; our home, which sheltered us, was destroyed, leaving us homeless.
Today, we are displaced, struggling to survive day by day in extremely harsh conditions. There is nowhere we feel safe, and no stable life to return to. We suffer from severe food shortages, and sometimes we go to sleep hungry. Water is also scarce, and obtaining it is not as easy as it once was.
I try to be strong for my family, but the truth is, this situation is beyond my control. We desperately need any support that can help us survive , to secure our most basic rights: food , water , and shelter .
Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in our lives. Your support isn't just about money , it's about new hope , a chance to start over, and to preserve what's left of our lives .
If you can't donate, sharing this story might reach someone who can help . Thank you to everyone who is lending a helping hand during this difficult time.
Please help my friend Obaida.












