Help Naya and her family get medication and supplies to survive

My name is Naya, and I am 3 years old. I have a chronic illness called hypothyroidism, but unfortunately, the treatment I need is not available in Gaza. My condition is getting worse, and my test results are alarming. I urgently need assistance to continue my treatment. I have lost my warm home and my cherished toys, which I couldn't take with me when we had to flee. Living in a tent is incredibly difficult; it's freezing in winter and sweltering in summer. The presence of insects terrifies me, and I'm afraid of the animals and reptiles that emerge from the sands around us. The tent offers no relief from the extreme heat, with temperatures sometimes reaching 50°C. We also lack access to fresh drinking water and endure severe shortages of food.

I have an 8-year-old brother named Abdulrahman. He struggles with severe short stature and has issues with eye alignment, along with intermittent strabismus and lazy eye. His glasses broke while he was fleeing from shelling, and despite excelling academically, he feels disheartened because he cannot continue his education. My sister Tala is talented in drawing and loves to play, but like the rest of us, she has been deprived of her studies due to the ongoing conflict.

During the genciode, we welcomed a new sister named Celine, who is now a year and a half old. She entered this world under extremely difficult circumstances and has never known the comfort of a real home. Living in a tent is not suitable for her; even in her early days, she lacked warm clothing. Now, in the summer heat, Celine cries continuously because she cannot cope with the high temperatures. Due to the exorbitant cost of milk and diapers, she is not growing as she should, putting her health at risk. After two years of conflict, our family has run out of money. We have lost everything: our home, our clothes, our toys, our savings, and our sense of normalcy. All that remains is this bleak tent.

My mother sold her jewelry to ensure we have food and clothing. During childbirth, she faced life-threatening danger when the hospital in Al-Nuseirat was bombed; by a miracle, she escaped with her life. Despite these challenges, she gave birth to a child suffering from malnutrition because of inadequate food supplies, jeopardizing their health.

My father lost his job as an accountant when his factory was destroyed. He attempted to find work as a street vendor selling coffee and tea but lost that opportunity after just a month due to a shortage of cups. Now, we have no income to buy food for ourselves or milk and diapers for our baby sister.

We have started this campaign to seek help in meeting our basic needs for survival and medical treatment so that we can continue to live. Please support us in any way you can.