My name is Raghda, I’m 25, a mother clinging to hope in a place where hope is constantly buried under rubble. My son was just a month old when the war began—he has never known a single day of peace. I spend every moment worrying if I’ll have enough food for my growing children, or if the next explosion will be the one that takes everything.

Every night, I lie awake listening to the sounds of destruction, holding my babies close, wondering how much longer we can survive. There is no home left to go back to, only ashes and broken dreams. 

I dream not of riches, but of safety—of hearing my children laugh without fear in their eyes. I’m not asking for much, just the chance to give them a life outside this nightmare. 

What do we need?

 • Secure safe passage out of Gaza for my family before the border closes again—every delay puts our lives at greater risk.

 • Find shelter in Egypt, where rent for even a single room is beyond our reach, but essential for giving my children a roof and a sense of safety.

 • Feed and care for my children in a foreign land, where food, medicine, and clean clothes are not guaranteed, and every necessity comes at a cost we cannot meet alone.

 • Begin the difficult journey of rebuilding our lives as refugees, navigating a new country, unfamiliar laws, and the deep emotional wounds of war—with the hope that one day, my children will simply live, not just survive.

PS: something I wrote a few weeks ago, on the 19th of March, one day after the occupation resumed their invasion 

“ Open the crossing, and give us the freedom to get visas and travel.

I’m the first one who wants to travel. I don’t want to stay in this holocaust they call a homeland. I’m the first one who will leave, and in my life, I will never think about going back.

I want to live a normal life—a dignified, normal life.

I want to sleep peacefully without fear of waking up under the rubble or losing someone I love.

I want to sleep without having to cover my face and suffocate myself so the mosquitoes that fill the town with sewage and filth don’t sting me.

I want to wake up, have breakfast, and live a normal life.

I want to live in safety, in every way.

I don’t want to go hungry again.

I don’t want to be displaced.

I don’t want to live in a tent.

I don’t want my human dignity to be violated again.

I don’t want to be deprived of the things I love.

I don’t want to keep living watching prices rise.

I don’t want to keep wondering, “How much flour do we have?” just to know how long it takes us to famine.

My name is Haytham and I am from FL, USA and this fundraiser is to help Raghda's family get through these unbearable condition of life