💔 A Mother’s Cry From Gaza – Help Om Rami Feed Her Son 💔

One Room, No Food, and a Mother’s Heartbreaking Fight for Survival

Peace be upon you,
I am your sister, Om Rami, from Gaza. I am writing to you with a trembling heart and tearful eyes. I am not used to asking, but today I have no choice.

My family and I are three people – myself, my husband Ahmed (38 years old), and our only son, Rami, who is just four years old.

We live in a single, damaged room. There is no furniture. No clean water. No stove.
Just walls that have seen war and a floor that cradles our exhausted bodies each night.

💔 I Had My Son After Five Years of Waiting

After five long years of hope and prayer, Allah blessed me with my only child, Rami.
He is my entire world. And now, I watch him grow hungry, pale, and afraid.
He asks me for vegetables, or for bread – and I cannot give him anything.
We have no flour left. The last bit of dough I had, I used just today, cooked over firewood.
I don’t know what I’ll feed him tomorrow.

🌧 We Live in a War-Damaged Room

The place we live in is not a home – it is just a broken room, scarred by bombings.
There is no proper shelter, no electricity, no clean kitchen.
We cook over open fire. We sleep in fear.
We try to hold on, but each day it gets harder.

💔 A Mother's Pain

I am 31 years old. I never imagined begging for food.
But my little boy is innocent – he should not suffer because of a war he did not choose.

When he looks up at me with his tiny hands and empty plate, asking for something to eat...
💔 I feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

📢 What We’re Asking For

I’m not asking for luxury.
Just a chance to:

• 🍞 Buy flour and basic food to feed my child

• 🏚 Support a safer place to stay

• 🍼 Provide essential childcare items

• 💊 Secure medicine or hygiene supplies when needed

If I could earn this myself, I would. But right now, I am reaching out to you, with humility and hope.

🤲 Please Help Om Rami Survive This Crisis

Every pound you give fills an empty plate, every share of this story saves a life.
I do not know how long we can go on without support.
But I believe in Allah’s mercy and in the kindness of strangers.

🕊️ Please be a part of our survival.
Even one meal, even one bag of flour, can bring life back into my child’s eyes.

Donate. Share. Pray. Help me give my little Rami hope for tomorrow.
Thank you from the depths of my heart.
— Om Rami, Gaza