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‏With Your Help, We Can Survive the Genocide in Gaza

‏Dear friends,

‏My name is Nour Mousa, a mother of two daughters. We live in Gaza, at the epicenter of destruction and death. I am writing to you today, overwhelmed with pain and tears streaming down my face. I am in desperate need of your support—support that could make a life-changing difference for my family and restore hope in this moment of darkness.

‏Since the war on Gaza began on October 7, 2023, our lives have been utterly devastated.

‏We no longer know where to go or whom to turn to. This war has touched every aspect of our existence: our home was destroyed, my daughters’ schools have been closed, and their dreams of education now feel like distant memories.

‏We currently live in a small tent amidst the rubble, surrounded by destruction and fear. We have no electricity, no cooking gas, no clean drinking water, and hardly any food to survive. The thought of making it through another day has become a faint hope, and we are consumed by constant panic and fear.

‏My daughters, Jana (11 years old) and Luna (9 years old), live in perpetual terror. Every night, the sound of bombs and explosions fills the air, and I hold them close as they cry in the dark.

‏Every day, they ask me, “Mama, when will the war end? When can we go back to our lives?” I have no answers for them. I cannot tell them that we might not survive this war. I cannot tell them that I live in constant fear of losing them in an instant. The pain of a mother is indescribable when she feels powerless before the innocent eyes of her children.

‏Every day, we endure moments of intense fear. The bombs and explosions grow louder and closer. We never know if the next moment will be our last. Buildings crumble, lives are taken, and my children are paralyzed by shock. Each time an explosion sounds, they run to me, crying in my arms, while I am left feeling utterly helpless.

‏Since the beginning of this war, we have lost everything.

‏Our home, once a place of safety, is gone. My children’s schools, which brought them joy and education, have been taken away. Once, I was a university student with dreams of building a brighter future. But this war has stolen my education, my hope, and the dreams I once held so close to my heart.

‏I was injured in my leg while trying to flee with my daughters to what we thought was a safe shelter. But even the shelters are no longer safe.

‏I am reaching out to you today, writing with a pain that words cannot capture. You have the power to give my children a chance at life. Even the smallest donation could mean the difference between life and death for us.

‏We are left with almost nothing—just a small amount of water and meager food supplies that barely sustain us.

‏My children urgently need everything: water, food, medical care, warm clothing to shield them from the cold winter, and a safe shelter that can offer some hope of survival. I need help to ensure my daughters don’t go to bed hungry. It breaks my heart every time they fall asleep with empty stomachs

‏Any contribution, no matter how small, could save my children’s lives.

‏I plead with you to help save my family from this nightmare. I can no longer bear to live in this constant fear. My children desperately need your help.

‏Jana and Luna deserve to grow up in a world without bombs and destruction. They deserve to live in a safe space—a place where hope replaces fear, where they can dream of a better future.

‏Every donation, no matter how small, will make a significant impact on our lives. If you cannot donate, I kindly ask you to share this message with others who might be able to help. Perhaps someone, somewhere, can extend a hand to save us. Even the simplest gesture could mean everything to us.

‏My children need you. Our lives are in your hands