A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

A Cry from Beneath the Rubble🚨

My name is Mohammad Nabeel Al-Anqar, a father of three young children: Lama (10 years old), Nabeel (8 years old), and Amir (4 years old). I used to work as an aluminum technician, building a modest future for my small family in Gaza. We lived in a humble home, dreaming of a safe and stable life, until the bombing came and turned our lives into a nightmare. 💔

Our house was partially destroyed by the shelling. 🏚️ We tried to stay, but the cracked walls and collapsing ceilings made it uninhabitable. We had no choice but to flee, seeking a refuge to protect our children from this horror.

Now, we find ourselves in a shelter in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, a school under construction that lacks the most basic necessities of life. 🏫 There is no clean drinking water, no electricity, and no sewage system. The bitter cold haunts us day and night, and my children shiver every night under a single old blanket that barely covers them. ❄️

I lost my job and my source of income. 💼❌ I can no longer provide the basic needs for my family. My children have no school to attend. 📚 Lama’s dreams of becoming a doctor, Nabeel’s hopes of becoming an engineer, and even Amir’s innocent laughter have all faded into distant memories amidst the devastation.

  • Today, I write these words with tears of a father who feels powerless to provide his children with their simplest rights to live. 😢 I humbly ask for your help. 🙏 Every small donation, every share of my campaign, could be the lifeline that restores hope to my family.

  • Help me bring back the smiles to my children, who have known nothing but fear and destruction in this life. 🌟
“Hello, I hope this message finds you well 🌸. I kindly ask for your support by sharing my post. Every share can make a difference in saving my family and bringing hope back to my children who have lost everything due to the war. I deeply appreciate your kindness and humanity 🙏🌟.”

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

"A Life Among the Rubble"💔

My name is Mohammed Al-Anqar from Gaza. I live with my wife, Aya, and our three children: Lami (10 years old) 🧒, Nabil (8 years old) 👦, and Amir (3 years old) 👶. We were just a simple family, dreaming of a peaceful life like any other 🌿. We wanted to give our children a safe and happy childhood, a promising future. But the war shattered that dream 💔.

Our home, once filled with memories and the laughter of our children, was partially destroyed and is now uninhabitable 🏚️. We were forced to flee to the south and now live in an old, unequipped school 🏫. It offers no shelter from the cold of winter ❄️ and lacks even the basic necessities for survival. Today, my children suffer from hunger and freezing conditions, living in a state that no child should endure 😔.

Lami, only ten, doesn’t understand why she has to sleep without a warm blanket 🥶. Nabil, eight, asks me every night, "When will we go home, Dad?" 😢 And Amir, our three-year-old, endures in silence, too young to even express his hunger and cold, already weakened by malnutrition 😞.

My children face daily hardships that words can hardly describe. As winter approaches, my fear for them only grows 🌧️. We lack blankets, food, and essential needs. All I ask today is that our story reaches people’s hearts ❤️, that they can feel even a part of what my children suffer.

Any support, no matter how small, could ease their suffering and give them a glimpse of hope 🌈 for a return to the childhood they deserve. Please, share our story so that it may reach those who can help. Save these innocent children from the devastation of war 🕊️.

Please friends share this post and continue to repost. Our campaign is suffering from a severe lack of donations and reaching people who could donate. We have not received enough donations for a long time. I am in dire need of your help and support for my children and family. I hope you will respond to this simple request so that I can support my children and family in light of this devastating war.🙏❤️🙏

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