Save toleen in gaza

The tent is torn, my husband is sick, my children are hungry, the cold is severe, and all the utensils are broken. How will I get through this? How can I keep going? I am so exhausted.💔 https://gofund.me/b94403cb

The days of my life are slipping away. My future is disappearing. I want to be a teacher. An employee. I want my school and my salary. I want my children to live in a concrete room— a room that doesn’t shake with storms or collapse under the wind. I want them to smile when they see the rain, not cry from the freezing cold. I want a life. Or better yet—give me back my life. Give me back my home. I want nothing else https://gofund.me/b94403cb

Tonight, for the first time in my entire life, I hate myself. I hate the hour I was born from the depths of my heart. It was a night of pure terror, in every sense of the word. We couldn’t sleep. Not for a moment. Not even a blink. For the first time, I truly experienced what it means to live in a tent during winter storms. The wind was violent—it felt like it lifted us and everything around us. The rain soaked other tents from the inside, and all our belongings were drenched. Please donate 🙏