Help Salam's Family Escape War-Torn Gaza

Our little house was full of life, decorated with my daughter's laughter and warm evening conversations. It wasn't the palace we dreamed of, but it was our haven, where we found safety and comfort.

But the war came like a storm, uprooting everything in its path. I was holding my little girl's hand as the ground shook beneath us, and amidst the smoke and destruction, I saw my house crumble like a piece of paper. In an instant, we became homeless, without memories, with nothing but pain and fear.

Days passed as we tried to gather what remained, but the cold was harsh, and my little girl asked me every night: "When will we go back home, mom?" I couldn't find an answer, the house had become rubble, and I stood helpless in front of their simple dream... a roof to protect us, a door to close to feel safe, walls to embrace our memories.

Today, I extend my hand to you, not to ask, but to dream again... to build walls that will restore my family to me, a roof that will give them warmth, and a door that will open to life again. Your contribution is not just help, it is a ray of hope for a family that only dreams of returning to its only place in this world... its home.