Save Maryam's family from war

I am Maryam, the mother of three children, the youngest of whom was born during a time of war that forever changed our lives.

The moment of her birth inside a tent amidst bombing raids was unforgettable for me, mixing the sorrow of loss with the joy of new life. Our new home, purchased with effort and determination, became a victim of indiscriminate shelling that defied all humanity. Everything we built with our own hands and dreamed of collapsed before us like paper in the winds of war.

Yara, my 10-year-old daughter, lives in a time that does not befit her childhood. Yara once dreamed of becoming a doctor or a teacher, innocent imaginations that filled her days. But her dream turned into a nightmare when shells began to rain down on our lives. Our entire lives changed; her innocent play turned into screams and tears, and the security she once felt in our old home became shattered and uncertain.

Abdullah, who is 7 years old, also faces a tragic experience because of the war. He was once a lively and innocent child, filling the house with his laughter and innocent dreams before the conflict began.

But now, his eyes carry fear and anxiety, living in a state of constant uncertainty and danger. Wars do not recognize childhood; he is exposed to the sounds of shells and explosions that tear the ground from beneath his feet. He finds himself fleeing with his family from their destroyed home to an unknown place, searching for a safe haven that protects them from danger.

Eight years of attempts and treatments for pregnancy were a difficult and exhausting journey. Each pregnancy was an attempt to revive hope for the future, but the war made it more complicated and painful. The final moments of my pregnancy were heavier than ever, with nothing but a fragile tent to shield me from the harsh nights and the ongoing bombings.

But when my little daughter was born, I saw in her eyes a light reflecting the strength of life and humanity's determination to survive. Our journey through war and destruction is not just a story of sadness, but a story of the strength of a mother and resilience in the face of all hardships. I feel pride and gratitude because I possess this inner strength that has helped me confront all these challenges.

Despite everything, I still dream of a better day for my children, a day when they can live in peace and safety, far away from the echo of cannons and the clamor of wars. I extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone who has supported and helped us, for they are the ones who have given us hope to sustain humanity and the spirit of solidarity in a world full of challenges and difficulties.

I invite you all, sincerely and earnestly, to extend a helping hand in building a safe and bright future for my children. They are currently living in harsh conditions that do not befit their innocence, yet we hold great hope in our hearts that a day will come when they can live in peace and tranquility.

Thank you for your support and solidarity. Let us unite for a better future for our children, as they are the beacon of hope that lights our path through all darkness.