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[wesam13]

My name is Wissam, a mother who went through an unforgettable experience... a pregnancy mixed with fear and anxiety. During the months of my pregnancy, I suffered countless pains, not only from fatigue, but also from my constant worry for my baby growing inside me without adequate nutrition. 😢💔

In the final days of my pregnancy, doctors told me that my fetus's life was in danger because she hadn't been getting enough food for a week, and that she had to be delivered immediately. I wasn't prepared, neither psychologically nor financially. I hadn't prepared anything for my baby: no clothes, no diapers, no milk, not even a crib to hold her in. 💔😭

My baby, Ayla, was born into this world, small and fragile, yet strong-hearted. She didn't cry much, as if she knew she was born into a difficult world, yet she chose life. I held her in my arms, my tears streaming, torn apart internally because I didn't have the most basic rights towards her. 😢😢

I lost my twins before, and my heart still aches for their loss. Today, all I wish for is that Ayla survives, that she finds someone to hold her with us, that she lives safely, and that she finds someone to support her in her first hours. 💔💔

I call on those with compassionate hearts to help us provide Ayla with the basic necessities she needs: milk, diapers, clothes, and a simple bed. Any contribution, no matter how small, can make a difference in this child's life. Because of the intense heat, my daughter suffers from pimples on her body and needs treatment, and I have not been able to buy anything due to lack of money. She also needs an x-ray for Ayla, but there is no money to do the imaging for her. This is my daughter's fault, who was born in the Gaza Strip and the war. I live in a tent and have not been able to sit in it because of the intense heat. I want a good person to take care of my daughter's life with milk and diapers. I have not asked for anything for myself. I ask for my daughter, who has been wronged by the children in the Gaza Strip, and every day a large number of children die. I want some decent life for my daughter, and thank you 💔😭

Be a support for my little Ayla, and may her beginning in life be full of mercy, not deficiency and deprivation. I hope you can help me with any amount, even if it is small. 😭💔

[wesam13]

My name is Wissam, a mother who went through an unforgettable experience... a pregnancy mixed with fear and anxiety. During the months of my pregnancy, I suffered countless pains, not only from fatigue, but also from my constant worry for my baby growing inside me without adequate nutrition. 😢💔

In the final days of my pregnancy, doctors told me that my fetus's life was in danger because she hadn't been getting enough food for a week, and that she had to be delivered immediately. I wasn't prepared, neither psychologically nor financially. I hadn't prepared anything for my baby: no clothes, no diapers, no milk, not even a crib to hold her in. 💔😭

My baby, Ayla, was born into this world, small and fragile, yet strong-hearted. She didn't cry much, as if she knew she was born into a difficult world, yet she chose life. I held her in my arms, my tears streaming, torn apart internally because I didn't have the most basic rights towards her. 😢😢

I lost my twins before, and my heart still aches for their loss. Today, all I wish for is that Ayla survives, that she finds someone to hold her with us, that she lives safely, and that she finds someone to support her in her first hours. 💔💔

I call on those with compassionate hearts to help us provide Ayla with the basic necessities she needs: milk, diapers, clothes, and a simple bed. Any contribution, no matter how small, can make a difference in this child's life. Because of the intense heat, my daughter suffers from pimples on her body and needs treatment, and I have not been able to buy anything due to lack of money. She also needs an x-ray for Ayla, but there is no money to do the imaging for her. This is my daughter's fault, who was born in the Gaza Strip and the war. I live in a tent and have not been able to sit in it because of the intense heat. I want a good person to take care of my daughter's life with milk and diapers. I have not asked for anything for myself. I ask for my daughter, who has been wronged by the children in the Gaza Strip, and every day a large number of children die. I want some decent life for my daughter, and thank you 💔😭

Be a support for my little Ayla, and may her beginning in life be full of mercy, not deficiency and deprivation. I hope you can help me with any amount, even if it is small. 😭💔

[wesam12]

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I am Wissam, I am 21 years old. I was pregnant and lost my first twins because of displacement and because of the bad situation in the Gaza Strip.😭 Now I am pregnant with the third child and I need nutrition and food, but there is nothing in the Gaza Strip because of the closure of the crossings. I am in the eighth month of pregnancy.😭💔 I ask you to help because my daughter does not have clothes. Therefore, I ask for help and donations to me so that I can get money to buy clothes, food and drink. I beg you to help me and help my daughter to have a life. Please help me 🙏💔

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[wesam12]

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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