Save Esraa’s Family!

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United States

My name is Israa, and I’m from Gaza — a place where the night rarely brings peace, and the morning seldom promises safety.

I once lived a life filled with small, beautiful dreams.

I had a home. I had a job I was proud of. And most importantly, I had a husband — my support, my partner, my calm in the chaos.

But everything changed.

I lost my husband in a single moment — a strike, an explosion, and he was gone. No goodbye. No chance to hold his hand one last time.

The war took him, like so many others here, and with him, it took a part of me.

Then I lost my home. It collapsed under the weight of destruction.

All the laughter, the memories, the safe spaces — turned into rubble and dust. My job disappeared amid the chaos as well.

Everything I had built was taken from me, piece by piece.

After my husband was martyred, I returned to live with my family — in a tent.

It was the only place I could go. But I did not return as a daughter — I returned as the backbone of the family.

Today, I care for ten people under one roof including:

An elderly woman who needs constant care, Two young children, eight and nine years old, already carrying pain far beyond their years.

I cook, provide for their every need, comfort them, and carry the heavy burden of survival alone.

Some time ago, I was injured during an airstrike while walking near a house that was bombed. I suffered a skull fracture, and broken bones in my arm and leg. Until today, I am still receiving treatment and dealing with daily pain.

Life under these conditions is extremely difficult—physically, emotionally, and financially. But I keep going, even when it’s exhausting, because I have no other choice.

Any support means a lot. It helps me continue my treatment and meet my basic needs in a place where everything has become nearly impossible to afford.

We live in extremely harsh conditions. Food is scarce.

Medicine is a luxury.

And every day is a new struggle.

That is why I’m reaching out to you.

If you are able — even in the smallest ways — your donation can help us survive.

It can provide food, medicine, and essential supplies for the children and young girls, and help care for the elderly woman who depends entirely on me.

I am humbly requesting your humanitarian support to help us rebuild our destroyed home — A safe, warm shelter that would restore our dignity and offer security for my children and devastated family.

I know there are many requests for help, but I trust that you do not turn away from those in deep need.

In addition, I am in urgent need of financial support to cover the following:

Temporary housing or rent until reconstruction is possible

Food and clothing

Education for the children

Medicine and healthcare for the elderly

Travel expenses (in case we are relocated, summoned, or need to submit official paperwork)

I also want your help in building a grave for my husband. After losing him, I couldn’t even afford a grave befitting his final resting place. I don’t have enough money to build a grave that preserves his dignity and gives me a place to visit him and recite the Fatiha.

I address this humanitarian appeal to you, hoping for your help in building a simple and dignified grave for my martyred husband, as his final resting place and a place for us, his family, to stand and offer our condolences.

Any support, no matter how small, will be immense in my eyes and heart and will restore some dignity to his pure soul.

May God reward you and place it in the balance of your good deeds.

My family and I are living in conditions that lack the most basic requirements for a dignified life — food, water, clothing, as well as medical, educational, and psychological support.

My life changed completely after the war began. I lost my home, my job, and my sense of safety. We now live in with no clean water, little food, and no proper medical care. Prices are soaring, and every day is a fight to survive.

In the middle of this chaos, I made a life-changing decision: After an airstrike killed an entire family in our area, I found their only surviving child—a baby girl, Zeina, left with no one. My heart couldn’t bear to leave her alone in this cruel world. I adopted her and became her only source of love, safety, and care.

Despite the hunger, trauma, and fear, I now carry the full responsibility for this orphaned infant—her milk, food, clothes, medicine, and everything she needs to live. It’s a heavy burden in already unbearable conditions, but I couldn’t turn my back on her.

I’m not only trying to survive for myself anymore. I’m fighting for her too. Please, if you can, help me provide her with a safe life. Every dollar you donate means milk, diapers, food, and hope. We have nothing left but the kindness of strangers.

From the bottom of my heart—thank you.

I am prepared to provide any required documents and am open to further communication or clarification.

Every small amount matters. Every kind gesture helps us breathe a little easier.

Be part of our story — not just as a witness to our pain, but as a hand that helps us rise again.

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