Help Hiam and Her Children
United States
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. My name is Hiam. I am 49 years old, and a mother of nine children-six daughters and three sons. We lived a simple but dignified life.
My husband worked in agriculture, and through his hard work, he provided for our family. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. Our home was filled with laughter, warmth, and love. We were a strong, close-knit family, sticking together through the hardest and happiest times.
Then came the war…and destroyed everything. It stole our home, our security, and our peace. We had nothing left. We lived days and nights without shelter, surrounded by fear, trying to protect our children from a world that had become a battlefield.
Despite all the dangers, my husband never stopped working. He risked his life every day, tilling the land under a hail of bullets, shells, and rockets—just to feed his family, just to give us some hope.
But shortly before, the worst happened. My husband was killed while working, martyred while trying to provide for us. That moment shattered us. We lost the pillar of our family, the man who bore every burden without complaint. His death left a void in our hearts that will never be filled. Now, I stand alone with my children—homeless, helpless, without income, without food, and without support. Life has become too difficult. The pain is too deep, the need too urgent, and the fear too constant.
Please… I speak to you from the heart of a bereaved widow, a devastated mother, and nine children left without a father. We desperately need your help. We have nothing. We need everything—shelter, food, safety, and a chance to live again. Please don’t leave us alone.
Amari Kamau
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Product Description
United States
Hello, I hope you and your family are well. My name is Hiam. I am 49 years old, and a mother of nine children-six daughters and three sons. We lived a simple but dignified life.
My husband worked in agriculture, and through his hard work, he provided for our family. We didn’t have much, but we had each other. Our home was filled with laughter, warmth, and love. We were a strong, close-knit family, sticking together through the hardest and happiest times.
Then came the war…and destroyed everything. It stole our home, our security, and our peace. We had nothing left. We lived days and nights without shelter, surrounded by fear, trying to protect our children from a world that had become a battlefield.
Despite all the dangers, my husband never stopped working. He risked his life every day, tilling the land under a hail of bullets, shells, and rockets—just to feed his family, just to give us some hope.
But shortly before, the worst happened. My husband was killed while working, martyred while trying to provide for us. That moment shattered us. We lost the pillar of our family, the man who bore every burden without complaint. His death left a void in our hearts that will never be filled. Now, I stand alone with my children—homeless, helpless, without income, without food, and without support. Life has become too difficult. The pain is too deep, the need too urgent, and the fear too constant.
Please… I speak to you from the heart of a bereaved widow, a devastated mother, and nine children left without a father. We desperately need your help. We have nothing. We need everything—shelter, food, safety, and a chance to live again. Please don’t leave us alone.
Amari Kamau
| ID | Name | Amount | |
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| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
