Hema alsabea

I have triumphed… and I returned with flour. After 24 hours of waiting among the destroyed homes, in front of tanks, under a merciless sky… I slept on the sand, hearing death whisper in my ear, drawing so close… I could almost touch it. But as I told you, I had sworn—I would…

My baby Ali is wearing a plastic bag instead of a diaper. Yes, this isn’t an exaggeration — it’s the heartbreaking reality we are living today. My son Ali, who just turned one month old… his skin is as delicate as paper, his cries more precious than anything in the world —…

My friends, I am now in a dangerous place waiting for any aid truck to enter. Please don't forget to donate via the link. Maybe I will return with food, and maybe I will not return except carried on shoulders. Pray for me and donate for my family. chuffed.org/project/help-h…

“My Child’s Dream… A Loaf of Bread” Today… after three long days of hunger and emptiness, we finally got just one kilogram of flour. Yes — after going three whole days without a single bite of food, we were able to get this small amount thanks to your generous donations. That…

We haven’t eaten anything in three days… We are not living—we are dying. We look at each other in helpless silence, feeling ourselves slowly fade away… There is no more hope—not in tomorrow, not in survival. I never imagined we would reach this point… That hunger would become…

Birthday of a Hungry Child… Adam Today is my son Adam’s third birthday… Three years have passed since he came into this world, but he only lived one of them in light — just one year where he truly experienced childhood as it should be, before the war began and extinguished…

My baby has been without milk for ten days… Can you imagine such a scene? Today, my baby turned one month old… a month in which he has known nothing but hunger, crying, and pain. He was born into a war that spared no one — not the old, not the young… and now he is punished…