My name is Muhammad. I am a father of seven children from Gaza. In the war, I lost my wife to a bombing, and I lost my leg. In one terrible moment, my children lost their mother, and I lost the ability to work and provide as I once did.
Now we live surrounded by fear and hunger. My children sit close to me every day—not because they are playing, but because fear has taught them not to let go. Loud sounds make them panic. Nights are the hardest, when there is little food and too many worries. I try to be strong for them, even when my heart is breaking.
Our home was damaged, our lives were shattered, but my responsibility as a father remains. I want my children to eat, to sleep safely, and to feel hope again.
Your donation is our only lifeline. It will help us with food, basic needs, medical support, and rebuilding a safe home. Your kindness can give my children a chance to survive and heal.
