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My name is Yasmin. I am a mother of three—a boy and two girls. My eldest son is 12 years old, and my youngest daughter is just two. We live in Gaza 🇵🇸💔
Like so many mothers here, I dreamed of raising my children in peace, giving them love, warmth, and security. But the war has stolen that dream from us time and time again.
Before the war, our life was simple but full of hope. My husband worked whenever he could, and I took care of our home and children. We didn't own anything luxurious, but we had each other.
Then the bombs started falling.
We lost everything.
Our house was reduced to rubble. My children screamed in terror night after night. We fled with nothing but the clothes on our backs—displaced from north to south, moving from tent to tent, always trying to survive day after day.
We stayed in Khan Younis, then Rafah, and now in the central region—each time we escaped death, but not the pain. My children haven't known safety for over a year. My son learned to walk on the dirt floor of a tent.
When the ceasefire was announced, we thought it was finally over. We returned to our devastated neighborhood in northern Gaza, hoping to rebuild it. But the hope was short-lived—the occupation expanded the "yellow zone," and our neighborhood was completely destroyed. Again.
Now, we are displaced again, living in a small tent with no clean water, no food, and no electricity. My husband is unemployed. I have no way to support my children.
I delayed launching this fundraising campaign because I hoped something would change. I didn't want to ask. But today, I have no choice.
