Help Raghad, a science teacher in Gaza, feed her children

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United States

For nearly two years, Gaza’s families have endured the unthinkable—airstrikes, displacement, and the collapse of everyday life. Now, they face a new cruelty: starvation as policy.

This famine is not a tragedy of nature. It is deliberate. Food, baby formula, medicine, and aid are being blocked. Resources are scarce and the chance to buy food are far and few between. When there is an opportunity they are met with impossible prices: 55lb bag of flour now averages $400 (ranging from $300 to $1000) 1lb of potatoes averages $15 40pack of diapers averages $149 → The average daily wage of a Gazan before the attacks was $13 a day. → The rate to withdraw cash is now 55% (as of Aug 2025) due to the liquiity crisis.

Behind the headlines and social posts are real people. This campaign supports one of the many families still holding on—directly, urgently, and with care. Please, meet Raghad.

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My name is **Raghad**, from Gaza. I’m a science teacher and a mother of four children, all under the age of ten. My husband used to work in the private sector. We lived a simple life, I would come home from school, help my children with their homework, cook dinner, and we would plan for the future like any normal family.

Then the war began… and everything ended.

We fled our home under heavy bombing. We never returned. We lost our house, our safety, our belongings,everything. Now we live in a tent, in the heat, in the cold, in constant darkness,with no electricity, no clean water, and barely any food.

No humanitarian aid has entered our area in over 200 days. We are living through a real famine. Prices have skyrocketed. Even a loaf of bread is a dream.**

My husband lost his job… and more painfully, he lost his father and brother in the war. Since then, he cries silently every night. I try to stay strong, but I watch him collapse a little more each day.

As for my children… each one of them carries a heartbreaking story:

— Osama (10 years old): My eldest son. He used to fill our home with curiosity and questions. He loved school, especially science. Now, he’s quiet. He collects firewood instead of going to class. He carries heavy water jugs instead of his backpack. He only asks, *”Mama, will there be food today?”*

— Anas (8 years old): He was in the first grade when the war started. He only got one month of school before everything stopped. He used to sound out words with joy… now, he only knows words like “bombing,” “displacement,” and “death.” I try to teach him… but where are the notebooks? Where is warmth? Where is safety?

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Abdulrahman (5 years old): My sweet boy with Down syndrome. He needs special milk, medical care, and constant attention. All of that is gone now. He doesn’t even have clean diapers anymore. He’s become anxious, cries often, and sometimes refuses food because his stomach can’t handle anything.

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Mohammed (3 years old): My youngest. He’s never seen our real home. He was born into tents, sleeps on the ground, and wakes to the sounds of drones and shelling. He asks, *”Mama, is there bread? Is there water? Is there a diaper?”* And I have no answers… I just hug him and hide my tears.

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My children need the most basic things: Milk. Bread. Diapers. Clean water. Medicine. These are not luxuries. They are the minimum required to survive.

I’m not writing this as a science teacher… but as a mother fighting every day to keep her children alive. Every hour that passes without food or medicine is a threat to their lives.

**If our story has reached you, please,don’t scroll past. Help us protect our children from hunger, from sickness, from despair. Help us survive just survive.

May God reward you.

Noelle Fabrizio