My name is Momen, from Gaza.I'm married and have two children: Rana, who is three years old, and Zain, who is two and was born during this war. I live in an area that hasn't known safety for years. The war has left us with nothing but rubble, fear, and loss. I lost my home because of this senseless war, and since the beginning, I've been displaced, moving from place to place, searching for a safe haven to protect my innocent children. I aspired to a decent life and a job that would allow me to support myself and my family, but all those doors have been slammed in my face.
As the war continues, job opportunities have dwindled. Every day, I search for a way to stay in my beloved country, for a glimmer of hope. But the escalating siege and the dwindling resources, even basic necessities, have become a distant dream.
Today, I'm not asking for much. All I ask is for your help to get back on my feet. Your donation, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death. It's not just money; it's a message that someone understands us, that someone will lend a helping hand when the world closes in on me.
Help me secure our basic needs: food, medicine, and perhaps a safe haven to protect my family from the nights and fires of this cold war.
Your donation isn't just financial support; it's a gift of life.💔😢🙏🇵🇸🙏
