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Amid the Ruins of War and a Cry for Hope: Your Help Means Life for Us

My name is Mohammad, I am 27 years old. I used to work as a civil engineer, living a simple life. I would wake up every morning to go to work and return in the evening to my small family with a smile and a calm heart. Like any father, I dreamed of a bright future for my children and planned for a day when I could provide them with stability and dignity.

But the war changed everything.
We woke up to destruction—our home was gone. In a single moment, we lost everything: my job, our shelter, our sense of safety, and even the basic necessities of life. Suddenly, we found ourselves living in the open, with no roof to protect us, no food to ease our hunger, and no medicine to relieve our pain.

Today, I support a family of 13 people: my beloved wife, our two young sons Khaled and Mahmoud, my elderly parents, and my siblings who lost everything when the war stole our only source of income. The youngest need milk and medicine, and the eldest suffers from chronic conditions that require treatment we can no longer afford.

After losing my job as an engineer, I didn’t give up. I tried to stand again and started selling basic goods on a small street stall. The income was barely enough, but I clung to it to feed my children and buy medicine for my father. I stood under the burning sun or the pouring rain—just to bring something home.
But even that small stall was taken from us by war.

We once lived under one roof—today we have no walls to shield us from the cold or rain.
We cook over open flames, choking on the smoke, and sometimes we have nothing to eat. My children ask, “Daddy, when will we eat bread again?” I have no answer. Days go by without real food—sometimes we survive on a bit of rice or stale bread, if we’re lucky.

My father is ill and there is no medicine. My mother suffers in silence. My siblings, once students, have had to abandon their studies.
My children cry from hunger at night, and I cry silently out of helplessness. I was once a man proud of his dignity—today I reach out to you for survival.

I am launching this campaign to raise $5,000—an amount we urgently need for food, medicine, and a simple place to live with dignity. It may seem small to some, but to us, it means life.
It means warmth during cold nights, medicine for our sick, and bread on a table that has been empty for days.

Any amount you donate—even $5—can make a huge difference.
Help us protect our children from hunger, our elders from pain, and our family from collapse.

From the heart of darkness, we reach out to you…
Please, don’t leave us alone.

Donate through the link below and be the light of hope in our darkest days.
Mohammad and his family

This campaign is organized by Luca, who has had the opportunity to video call with Mohammed and become his good friend over several months.