Help Manal and her children survive

Manal Salem is 37-years-old and was recently widowed. She is now caring for her three children on her own after losing her husband to the Zionist occupation. He was martyred while on the way to a relative's house. Since their home and neighborhood were destroyed, the family has been displaced 10 times and is currently living in a tent among the ruins under very difficult conditions. With no source of income, they depend entirely on the support of others to survive. The situation is especially hard for her youngest child, who needs milk and diapers that are not always available. The family is facing hunger and malnutrition, with limited access to food, clean water, clothing, and other basic necessities needed for daily life.

A message from Manal: My name is Manal. I am 37 years old, from northern Gaza. Before the war, we had a beautiful life، It was simple. Then the war came، And in one single moment, everything disappeared. One night, while we were all inside our home, it was bombed over our heads. I still cannot forget the sound of the explosion, the darkness, the dust, the screams, and the feeling of death surrounding us from every direction. We were buried under the rubble for hours. I could hear my children crying beside me, and I truly believed we would die there. By a miracle, I survived with my husband and children after we were pulled from beneath the ruins. But my father, mother, and brother were killed inside the house. That day, I lost my family.

I lost my home. I lost the life I once knew. Since then, we have been displaced more than 15 times during this war. We fled from one place to another, carrying nothing except fear and pain. From schools to tents, from tents to the streets, we searched for safety, but there was no safety anywhere. I saw hell with my own eyes. I saw dead bodies in front of me. I saw children crying from hunger and terror. I saw mothers screaming over their children beneath the rubble. And every day, I watched my own children slowly break from hunger, fear, and exhaustion. My husband tried everything to protect us. Every day, he risked his life just to find food for our children. He would leave while bombs were falling, saying، I cannot let my children stay hungry. But one day, he left and never came back. My husband was killed in the war too. And suddenly, I found myself alone with my children, with no home, no income, no protection, and no one to support us. Since his death, life has become unbearable. We were forced out of many places because we could not afford rent. I began begging people for a piece of bread to feed my children. As a mother, there is no pain greater than watching your children cry from hunger while you have nothing to give them. Today, my children are orphans. They lost their father, their home, their childhood, and every feeling of safety. They suffer from malnutrition and skin diseases because they still wear the same winter clothes for months. I cannot buy medicine, food, clothes, or even the smallest thing to comfort them. At night, I stay awake watching them sleep on the ground, wondering how our lives became this painful. I cry silently so they will not see my tears. I feel broken, exhausted, and forgotten by the world. I am not asking for luxury. I am only asking for survival. I want my children to eat. I want them to have medicine. I want them to sleep somewhere safe without fear of bombs, hunger, or humiliation.