Help me feed my children Mohammad & Moanis
United States
Hello my name is Andy my dear friend Hala has requested I manage her campaign so her and her children can continue to receive support please read her story;
“My name is Hala… a mother who lost everything, and all I have left is the embrace of my children.”
I used to live a simple life… a small home, a car, and dreams growing with the laughter of my boys, Moanis and Mohammad. But war didn’t ask if I was ready. In a single moment, my house was destroyed, my car was burned, and every dream I built with my hands turned to ashes.
Mohammad was born under bombing… His first cry wasn’t from joy—it was from fear. And I couldn’t even say “welcome” to him without running for our lives.
Today, we sleep on the ground. Nothing breaks me more than seeing my son cry from hunger and not being able to give him a drop of milk… or hearing Moanis say, “Mom, I’m hungry,” and having nothing to offer.
I’m a mother, and my pride was to keep my children safe and cared for. But my pain has become bigger than my strength—and that’s why I’m reaching out to you.
I had started a fundraising campaign before, and some kind people helped me. But the person managing that link closed it down. With that campaign you were all able to help me get a tent for my family and I will forever be thankful to you for that. I hope you can all continue to support us in this urgent situation.
Anonymous
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United States
Hello my name is Andy my dear friend Hala has requested I manage her campaign so her and her children can continue to receive support please read her story;
“My name is Hala… a mother who lost everything, and all I have left is the embrace of my children.”
I used to live a simple life… a small home, a car, and dreams growing with the laughter of my boys, Moanis and Mohammad. But war didn’t ask if I was ready. In a single moment, my house was destroyed, my car was burned, and every dream I built with my hands turned to ashes.
Mohammad was born under bombing… His first cry wasn’t from joy—it was from fear. And I couldn’t even say “welcome” to him without running for our lives.
Today, we sleep on the ground. Nothing breaks me more than seeing my son cry from hunger and not being able to give him a drop of milk… or hearing Moanis say, “Mom, I’m hungry,” and having nothing to offer.
I’m a mother, and my pride was to keep my children safe and cared for. But my pain has become bigger than my strength—and that’s why I’m reaching out to you.
I had started a fundraising campaign before, and some kind people helped me. But the person managing that link closed it down. With that campaign you were all able to help me get a tent for my family and I will forever be thankful to you for that. I hope you can all continue to support us in this urgent situation.
Anonymous
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