Help Asala and Her Three Children Survive and Find Hope in Gaza

My name is Asala. I am a 24-year-old mother of three children from Beit Hanoun, northern Gaza.

Before the war, we had a simple life filled with dreams and hope. My husband worked hard to provide a decent life for our family. We had a home, a source of income that we had built through years of hard work, and dreams for our children's future.

But on October 7, everything changed.

We lost our home and our livelihood. The life we had spent years building was destroyed. We lost almost everything we owned, and suddenly we were struggling to find even the most basic necessities of life.

Today, my husband, our three children, and I live in a fragile tent that cannot protect us from the cold, rain, or harsh conditions. This tent has become our only home, even though it offers us very little safety.

Whenever it rains, the ground inside our tent floods. Rainwater sometimes mixes with sewage water, our blankets and bedding become soaked, and my children spend their nights surrounded by cold and fear.

Our struggle is no longer only about surviving the war. Every day, we fight to find food, clean water, medicine, and clothing.

My three children need so many basic things. My eldest son needs education and the opportunity to return to school. My daughters need care, clothing, and food. My youngest daughter needs milk and diapers.

My greatest dream is to see my children enjoy their childhood like other children around the world. I want them to go to school, sleep in warm beds, and have food whenever they are hungry, without having to worry every day about how I will provide for their needs.

My husband also has health problems that prevent him from working under direct sunlight, making it extremely difficult for us to provide for our family.

I never imagined that I would reach a point where I had to ask strangers for help. But a mother will do anything to keep her children from suffering or going without their basic needs.

I am not asking for a luxurious life or extraordinary dreams. I am simply asking for a shelter that protects us, food to feed my children, warm clothes to keep them safe from the cold, and an opportunity for them to continue their education and live with dignity.

A small donation may seem like a simple gesture to some people, but for us, it could mean a meal for my children, a warm blanket, or one less day filled with fear and worry.

If you are unable to donate, sharing our story and helping it reach others could be the reason we finally receive the support we desperately need.

Please, do not let my children be forgotten.

We are still here in Gaza, trying to survive and holding on to hope. We pray that we will find kind hearts willing to extend a helping hand.

Thank you to every compassionate heart and every person who stands