قصتي... أنا آية، أم لثلاثة أطفال، أحلم بحياة كريمة لعائلتي

My name is Aya. I’m a married woman and a mother of three children: Abdel Nasser (9 years old), Khitam (8 years old), and Kareem (3 and a half years old). I live with my husband, Mohammed Abu Riya, and his elderly parents—making us a family of seven. My in-laws both suffer from chronic illnesses and require constant care.

Our life was simple, but stable. We worked hard, dreamed big, and tried to build a better future for our children… until the war came and we lost everything.

We lost our home, my husband's job, and even my own work. My husband is now injured and completely unable to work due to his health condition. Despite everything, we are doing our best to hold our family together through these devastating times.

My daughter Khitam was born with hip dysplasia and needs ongoing treatment. My eldest son, Abdel Nasser, was born with a severe urinary tract defect. He had a difficult surgery and still requires regular medical care and treatment.

Our home was destroyed… and our dreams collapsed with it

In an instant, our home was turned to rubble. We found ourselves homeless, displaced with nowhere to go. We left with nothing. All our memories, essentials, and dreams—gone.

We once lived in safety, laughed together, dreamed, and planned for a better tomorrow. But all of that disappeared in a moment.

Today, my children lack the most basic needs:
No enough food, no clean water, no access to proper healthcare.
We’re trying to hold on to hope, but life is unbearably hard.
Every day we face the cold, hunger, and fear for our children’s health.

This is why I’m opening this page and asking for help—not for luxury, but to survive with dignity.

I ask for your support, not for myself, but for my children, my injured husband, and our elderly parents.

Any help, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
May God bless you and reward you with goodness.