My name is May, and I am from Gaza. I am a mother of a little boy named Elias; he is the light that still gives me strength to wake up every morning. Before this war, we had a small home filled with laughter, the smell of bread, and the sound of my children playing. But everything changed. My daughter was killed during the bombings. She was just a child, full of dreams and innocence. Losing her broke me in ways words can never describe.
Now, Elias and I along with the rest of my family are displaced. We live in a fragile tent that cannot protect us from the cold nights, the rain, or the heat. Every day is a struggle to find food, water, and safety. The pain of losing my daughter lives in my heart, but I keep going for my son. I want him to have a chance to live not just to survive.
We dream of a life where we can sleep without fear, where my son can play, learn, and grow without hearing bombs. I wish to rebuild a home for my family, a place where we can heal and start again.
Every act of kindness, every donation, every word of support it all means more than I can ever express. You are not just helping us survive; you are helping us hold on to hope, to dignity, and to life itself.
From my heart, thank you for standing with us.
