Help Maysa’a and her family rebuild her life
United States
On a beautiful, ordinary morning, we lived our lives in an organized manner. We ate breakfast, kissed our children good morning, and they went to school. Ameer is 9 years old, Ziad is 7, and my little princess, Malika, is 5. My husband, Ali, went to work. Our situation changed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, there were hundreds of missiles, screaming children and adults, and terror was everywhere. On October 7, at 7:00 a.m., I hugged my children and husband and fled the first hour, as my area, which is close to the border, is extremely dangerous. From that moment until now, I have been displaced, without shelter or refuge. The occupation bombed my house on the third day since the beginning of the war. My children and I were displaced, and my husband lost his job in Israel, where he worked in the occupied territories, and he had not even been on the job for months. As for my children, they lost their security, stability, play, and even their childhood was stolen.
A year and a half without education, filled with fear, terror, and panic. They were deprived of all their rights: no education, no food. Hunger spread through their bodies. They became skeletons. They contracted hepatitis from the contaminated water. Animal food and fodder. After they used to play at the sports club, practice soccer, karate, and swimming, now they collect food to satisfy their hunger and search for a source of income for us, gathering firewood and lighting fires.
Most importantly, our home was completely destroyed. They used to dream about the house and its corners, drawing their rooms and toys in their notebooks. Amir and Ziad are no more than 10 years old. They passed a checkpoint filled with heavily armed soldiers. They passed more than 50 tanks and vehicles, weapons pointed at them, and planes dropped missiles. Maysaa and my son Amir were injured in the face and need plastic surgery. Ziad suffers from psychological disorders and panic attacks. My little princess, Malika, goes to sleep with her ears covered in fear. As for my husband, the occupation took him when we passed the checkpoint. He has no connection to any organization; he was a worker in Israel. He was deprived of all his money, and it has not been repaid to this day.
You can help me and help my children to practice their life and education and to provide them with even one toy so that they can practice their life like your children. Help my husband to start a new source of work. Help me to provide a small place that brings me together with my children.
I am now living famine between a pile of stones and a dilapidated tent that insects, mosquitoes, rodents and mice enter after I was in my home with my beautiful family enjoying peace and security.
Help me to provide clothes for them as our house was demolished with everything in it and I provided some clothes, blankets and bedding and we were displaced dozens of times and lost them several times Help me to provide a source of livelihood for my husband as he searched a lot for work but he does not have a university degree. Help my children so that we can live even for a moment like the rest of your children.
Sincerely,
Maysa’a
Our House
Ameer and Maysa’a when they were injured:
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Malaka and Maysa’a’s Husband Ali:
Malaka when she got hepatitis during the genocide
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United States
On a beautiful, ordinary morning, we lived our lives in an organized manner. We ate breakfast, kissed our children good morning, and they went to school. Ameer is 9 years old, Ziad is 7, and my little princess, Malika, is 5. My husband, Ali, went to work. Our situation changed in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, there were hundreds of missiles, screaming children and adults, and terror was everywhere. On October 7, at 7:00 a.m., I hugged my children and husband and fled the first hour, as my area, which is close to the border, is extremely dangerous. From that moment until now, I have been displaced, without shelter or refuge. The occupation bombed my house on the third day since the beginning of the war. My children and I were displaced, and my husband lost his job in Israel, where he worked in the occupied territories, and he had not even been on the job for months. As for my children, they lost their security, stability, play, and even their childhood was stolen.
A year and a half without education, filled with fear, terror, and panic. They were deprived of all their rights: no education, no food. Hunger spread through their bodies. They became skeletons. They contracted hepatitis from the contaminated water. Animal food and fodder. After they used to play at the sports club, practice soccer, karate, and swimming, now they collect food to satisfy their hunger and search for a source of income for us, gathering firewood and lighting fires.
Most importantly, our home was completely destroyed. They used to dream about the house and its corners, drawing their rooms and toys in their notebooks. Amir and Ziad are no more than 10 years old. They passed a checkpoint filled with heavily armed soldiers. They passed more than 50 tanks and vehicles, weapons pointed at them, and planes dropped missiles. Maysaa and my son Amir were injured in the face and need plastic surgery. Ziad suffers from psychological disorders and panic attacks. My little princess, Malika, goes to sleep with her ears covered in fear. As for my husband, the occupation took him when we passed the checkpoint. He has no connection to any organization; he was a worker in Israel. He was deprived of all his money, and it has not been repaid to this day.
You can help me and help my children to practice their life and education and to provide them with even one toy so that they can practice their life like your children. Help my husband to start a new source of work. Help me to provide a small place that brings me together with my children.
I am now living famine between a pile of stones and a dilapidated tent that insects, mosquitoes, rodents and mice enter after I was in my home with my beautiful family enjoying peace and security.
Help me to provide clothes for them as our house was demolished with everything in it and I provided some clothes, blankets and bedding and we were displaced dozens of times and lost them several times Help me to provide a source of livelihood for my husband as he searched a lot for work but he does not have a university degree. Help my children so that we can live even for a moment like the rest of your children.
Sincerely,
Maysa’a
Our House
Ameer and Maysa’a when they were injured:
. .
Malaka and Maysa’a’s Husband Ali:
Malaka when she got hepatitis during the genocide
Anonymous
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