One Child Gone, Two Still in Danger

My name is Malak. I am only 23 years old—a mother from Gaza. My whole world is my children.

I had three little boys: Jaber, Musab, and Malek.

But I lost my baby Jaber.

He didn’t die from illness. He didn’t die from something that could not be prevented.
He died because there was not enough food.

No mother should ever have to bury her child because she could not feed him.
No mother should have to live with that memory.

I carry that pain with me every single day. It never leaves.

Now I am trying to protect the two children I still have.

Musab is only two years old.
Malek is just four months old—still so small, still needing warmth, safety, and care.

But instead of a home, we live in a thin, fragile tent.

At night, the cold cuts through us.

During the day, the heat burns our skin.
Rodents and insects crawl inside, frightening my children—and sometimes trying to harm them.

I cannot keep them safe.

I have lost my home.

I have lost my security.
I have lost my child.

But I am still here, fighting every day to keep my children alive.

We have almost nothing.

No steady food.

No milk for my baby.
No diapers.
No proper clothes.

Only the struggle to survive each day.

I am not asking for anything extraordinary.

I am asking for what every mother hopes for her children:

Food to fill their empty stomachs.
Milk for my baby.
Diapers and clothes to keep them clean and warm.

A proper tent—strong enough to protect them from heat, cold, insects, and fear.

Please… help me keep my children alive.

Help me give them a chance—to grow, to feel safe, to experience even a small piece of childhood.

Your support could mean the difference between survival and losing everything.

From a mother who has already lost too much—

please don’t let me lose more.

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