muslim.zara3 :
I am a widowed mother in Gaza, raising four children alone. My 9-year-old son—my entire world, my only family is dying in my arms, and I am powerless to save him. His small body is weak from hunger, burning with fever, shaking with sickness. He no longer has the strength to cry, only weak, this just tear my soul. I hold him tight, whispering words of comfort, but I have nothing to give him no food, no medicine, no shelter. Just my trembling embrace and desperate prayers. We have lost everything. Our home is gone. Our life, shattered. Every day, I search for anything anything at all to ease his suffering, but there is nothing. Not even clean water. Around us, only ruins. Above us, only fear. We live in endless terror, in grief, in pain beyond words. I have already buried too much. Now, I watch my child slip away, and I can do nothing. If you are reading this, I beg you from the bottom of a mother’s breaking heart help us. The smallest act of kindness could mean life or death. A single meal. A dose of medicine. One more heartbeat. Please, do not look away. Do not let my son die forgotten. Let your kindness reach us. Let him live to see another sunrise.
2025-07-22 05:16:12