In a small home that was once filled with warmth and joy, I lived with my family. We built it with our hard work and dedication, and despite its simplicity, it was everything to us—a witness to all the beautiful moments of our lives. But one day, as the golden sun was setting, the occupation forces arrived to shatter our dreams and destroy everything. They stormed into our home, broke our furniture, and destroyed our memories. Then the artillery came, and shells fell on our house until it was reduced to rubble.
Our lives changed completely that fateful day. We were forced to flee, searching for shelter to protect our children from the cold and fear. My children, who were used to playing and laughing, are now frightened by every explosion and plane in the sky. The dreams we once saw ahead of us were shattered, and our hopes for a better future have faded. Now, all we have left are memories that haunt us with an endless ache.
We launched a donation campaign on GoFundMe, hoping to rebuild our lives again. I hope our story touches your hearts and that you can extend a helping hand, whether by donating or sharing our story; every bit of support, no matter how small, means the world to us in our struggle to overcome this hardship. https://gofund.me/1222af19
