Support Shahed & Her Baby For Survival & Evacuation For Surgery
Belgium
My Story in War – A Mother’s Cry
I am Shahd Al-Majdalawi, 22 years old. I lost my father when I was three years old, and my mother took care of me, my brother, and my sister. She was our mother, father, and support. She raised us with her tears and toil until we grew up and held her head high. I was an outstanding student, studying pharmacy, and dreaming of a bright future.
I got married and had twin girls, the joy of my life. But the war stole everything. One dark night, a rocket fell on our house, and we found ourselves under the rubble, suffocating with our last breaths. I lost my daughter Misk, a piece of my heart, and I lost my precious sister. My husband and brother were injured, and so was I, and my mother was also harmed. Our house collapsed into rubble, and our lives turned into painful memories.
My husband was forced to travel in search of medical treatment, leaving me with my only daughter in the middle of the war in Gaza, caught between bombing and displacement. My two-year-old daughter has never known her father’s embrace, and her childhood has seen nothing but fear, destruction, and the sounds of explosions.
Today, we have no home, no job, and no source of income. I live only in the hope that fate will bring us together again, that I can return to my studies, and that I will see my daughter grow up in safety and a dignified life worthy of her childhood. I write this story with a broken heart. I ask every compassionate heart to stand with us. Your support is not just assistance; it is a new life, hope for a fresh start, and a chance to live anew.
Elie P.
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Belgium
My Story in War – A Mother’s Cry
I am Shahd Al-Majdalawi, 22 years old. I lost my father when I was three years old, and my mother took care of me, my brother, and my sister. She was our mother, father, and support. She raised us with her tears and toil until we grew up and held her head high. I was an outstanding student, studying pharmacy, and dreaming of a bright future.
I got married and had twin girls, the joy of my life. But the war stole everything. One dark night, a rocket fell on our house, and we found ourselves under the rubble, suffocating with our last breaths. I lost my daughter Misk, a piece of my heart, and I lost my precious sister. My husband and brother were injured, and so was I, and my mother was also harmed. Our house collapsed into rubble, and our lives turned into painful memories.
My husband was forced to travel in search of medical treatment, leaving me with my only daughter in the middle of the war in Gaza, caught between bombing and displacement. My two-year-old daughter has never known her father’s embrace, and her childhood has seen nothing but fear, destruction, and the sounds of explosions.
Today, we have no home, no job, and no source of income. I live only in the hope that fate will bring us together again, that I can return to my studies, and that I will see my daughter grow up in safety and a dignified life worthy of her childhood. I write this story with a broken heart. I ask every compassionate heart to stand with us. Your support is not just assistance; it is a new life, hope for a fresh start, and a chance to live anew.
Elie P.
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| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
