Please help my Samah family

My name is Samah. My husband is Karam. I am a mother of two children, Yazan, 11, and Razan, 6, from the Gaza Strip, and this is not the life I imagined for us.

Not long ago, our home was filled with warmth and laughter. My husband, Karam, was our family, our source of strength, security, and stability. He firmly believed in our children's future, especially their education. We had dreams, even in the most difficult circumstances.

We lost our home, our security, and our sense of security for tomorrow. We are now homeless.

Today, we live in a tent.

We have no steady income. I struggle to provide the most basic necessities: food, clean water, clothes, medicine, school supplies, and comfort and a sense of security, which I strive to provide for them. I hide my fear and sadness because I don't want them to feel that life has closed its doors on us.

But deep down, I am burdened with worry.

I worry about how we will feed them tomorrow.

I am not asking for pity. I am asking for a chance to get back on my feet, to provide a decent life for my children, and to keep their dreams alive despite all we have lost.

Your support will help me care for my children, continue their education, and meet their basic needs in these extremely difficult circumstances.

With your help, I will persevere.