Hi dear friends,
My name is Noha. I’m 33 years old, a mother of three beautiful sons, and I’m writing to you from Gaza.
Before the war, I worked as a psychologist. I loved helping people, listening to their pain, and offering comfort. But now, everything has changed.
The war destroyed everything — our homes, our dreams, our memories, our joy. 💔
We lost our house, our savings, and our sense of safety. And worst of all, my husband is missing.
Now, I carry everything alone. I am responsible for my sons — for food, for water, for everything.
There is no work, no income, no help. I am exhausted, but I keep going for my children.
Please, if you can, help me continue. Your support means food for my sons, water for our survival, and a small light in this endless darkness.
From my heart to yours — thank you. 💔🙏
— Noha, Gaza
