#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

#free Gaza #Gaza

#free palestina #save palestina

#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

#free Gaza #Gaza

#free palestina #save palestina

#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

#free Gaza #Gaza

#free palestina #save palestina

#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

#free Gaza #Gaza

#free palestina #save palestina

#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

#free Gaza #Gaza

#free palestina #save palestina

Free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

My name is Sahar Umm from Gaza

In a place far from safety and comfort, my little one was born, a small blessing that brought some joy into our dark days. But as I held her in my arms, I found myself battling internally because I can’t give her everything she needs.

We live in a torn tent, with no walls to shield us from the cold winds, and no roof to protect us from the rain. At night, the cold becomes unbearable, and the darkness takes over. I can’t even provide a small light to illuminate our way. My husband has done everything in his power to give us a better life, working long hours, but the conditions are just too harsh. He is no longer able to provide milk for our little one, nor winter clothes to protect her from the cold, nor even diapers to keep her safe.

All I’m asking for is a little help that can make our lives less harsh. I need energy to light up our tent at night, diapers to protect her, warm clothes to shield her from the cold, and milk to nourish her.Please help us because the bombing over our heads has resumed. We want to leave Gaza. Help us, even if it's just a little, so we can leave Gaza.💔😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not asking for much, just a little because my little one doesn’t deserve to live in this hell. Your help will be more than just financial support; it will be the hope we live on, a hope for my daughter and for us.Your support, no matter how small, can make a difference in saving our lives

Please be the first to donate, you are our lifeline ❤️

The donation link is in the bio 🙏

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline 👇

#free Gaza #gaza

#free palestina #safe palestina 🇵🇸

Free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

My name is Sahar Umm from Gaza

In a place far from safety and comfort, my little one was born, a small blessing that brought some joy into our dark days. But as I held her in my arms, I found myself battling internally because I can’t give her everything she needs.

We live in a torn tent, with no walls to shield us from the cold winds, and no roof to protect us from the rain. At night, the cold becomes unbearable, and the darkness takes over. I can’t even provide a small light to illuminate our way. My husband has done everything in his power to give us a better life, working long hours, but the conditions are just too harsh. He is no longer able to provide milk for our little one, nor winter clothes to protect her from the cold, nor even diapers to keep her safe.

All I’m asking for is a little help that can make our lives less harsh. I need energy to light up our tent at night, diapers to protect her, warm clothes to shield her from the cold, and milk to nourish her.Please help us because the bombing over our heads has resumed. We want to leave Gaza. Help us, even if it's just a little, so we can leave Gaza.💔😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not asking for much, just a little because my little one doesn’t deserve to live in this hell. Your help will be more than just financial support; it will be the hope we live on, a hope for my daughter and for us.Your support, no matter how small, can make a difference in saving our lives

Please be the first to donate, you are our lifeline ❤️

The donation link is in the bio 🙏

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline 👇

#free Gaza #gaza

#free palestina #safe palestina 🇵🇸

Free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

My name is Sahar Umm from Gaza

In a place far from safety and comfort, my little one was born, a small blessing that brought some joy into our dark days. But as I held her in my arms, I found myself battling internally because I can’t give her everything she needs.

We live in a torn tent, with no walls to shield us from the cold winds, and no roof to protect us from the rain. At night, the cold becomes unbearable, and the darkness takes over. I can’t even provide a small light to illuminate our way. My husband has done everything in his power to give us a better life, working long hours, but the conditions are just too harsh. He is no longer able to provide milk for our little one, nor winter clothes to protect her from the cold, nor even diapers to keep her safe.

All I’m asking for is a little help that can make our lives less harsh. I need energy to light up our tent at night, diapers to protect her, warm clothes to shield her from the cold, and milk to nourish her.Please help us because the bombing over our heads has resumed. We want to leave Gaza. Help us, even if it's just a little, so we can leave Gaza.💔😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not asking for much, just a little because my little one doesn’t deserve to live in this hell. Your help will be more than just financial support; it will be the hope we live on, a hope for my daughter and for us.Your support, no matter how small, can make a difference in saving our lives

Please be the first to donate, you are our lifeline ❤️

The donation link is in the bio 🙏

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline 👇

#free Gaza #gaza

#free palestina #safe palestina 🇵🇸

Free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

My name is Sahar Umm from Gaza

In a place far from safety and comfort, my little one was born, a small blessing that brought some joy into our dark days. But as I held her in my arms, I found myself battling internally because I can’t give her everything she needs.

We live in a torn tent, with no walls to shield us from the cold winds, and no roof to protect us from the rain. At night, the cold becomes unbearable, and the darkness takes over. I can’t even provide a small light to illuminate our way. My husband has done everything in his power to give us a better life, working long hours, but the conditions are just too harsh. He is no longer able to provide milk for our little one, nor winter clothes to protect her from the cold, nor even diapers to keep her safe.

All I’m asking for is a little help that can make our lives less harsh. I need energy to light up our tent at night, diapers to protect her, warm clothes to shield her from the cold, and milk to nourish her.Please help us because the bombing over our heads has resumed. We want to leave Gaza. Help us, even if it's just a little, so we can leave Gaza.💔😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not asking for much, just a little because my little one doesn’t deserve to live in this hell. Your help will be more than just financial support; it will be the hope we live on, a hope for my daughter and for us.Your support, no matter how small, can make a difference in saving our lives

Please be the first to donate, you are our lifeline ❤️

The donation link is in the bio 🙏

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline 👇

#free Gaza #gaza

#free palestina #safe palestina 🇵🇸

Free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

My name is Sahar Umm from Gaza

In a place far from safety and comfort, my little one was born, a small blessing that brought some joy into our dark days. But as I held her in my arms, I found myself battling internally because I can’t give her everything she needs.

We live in a torn tent, with no walls to shield us from the cold winds, and no roof to protect us from the rain. At night, the cold becomes unbearable, and the darkness takes over. I can’t even provide a small light to illuminate our way. My husband has done everything in his power to give us a better life, working long hours, but the conditions are just too harsh. He is no longer able to provide milk for our little one, nor winter clothes to protect her from the cold, nor even diapers to keep her safe.

All I’m asking for is a little help that can make our lives less harsh. I need energy to light up our tent at night, diapers to protect her, warm clothes to shield her from the cold, and milk to nourish her.Please help us because the bombing over our heads has resumed. We want to leave Gaza. Help us, even if it's just a little, so we can leave Gaza.💔😭😭😭😭😭

I’m not asking for much, just a little because my little one doesn’t deserve to live in this hell. Your help will be more than just financial support; it will be the hope we live on, a hope for my daughter and for us.Your support, no matter how small, can make a difference in saving our lives

Please be the first to donate, you are our lifeline ❤️

The donation link is in the bio 🙏

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline 👇

#free Gaza #gaza

#free palestina #safe palestina 🇵🇸

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

To donate or support us, here is the link

From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏