My name is Mohammed, I'm from Gaza, and I'm a father of five. We once lived safely in our home, until it was completely destroyed and we lost everything in it. Since that day, we have been living in a worn-out tent that offers no protection from the cold or the rain.
A few days ago, floods swept through and drowned our tent, and we lost what little we had left: our bedding, our clothes, and our food. My children now sleep on wet ground and face the cold with no cover and no safe shelter. And I, their father, cannot protect them the way I wish I could.
I support a family of 7, and I ask only for what preserves our dignity: food to ease their hunger, blankets to keep them warm, medicine if they fall ill, and a safer place to stay. Every donation, however small, means a meal, a blanket, or a warmer night for my children. And if you're unable to donate, sharing our story may reach someone who can.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who read my words. God bless you. 🤍
