I am Maha. I have two sons, Asaad and Tamer, and a daughter Mai who is separated from me. I do not have a job. My older brother was the one who cared for me, but he was martyred in the war with his family. I try to travel with my children to live in peace away from the war, but financial conditions do not allow. I try to collect money to help me and my family with it.
The war completely shattered everything, our routine and our souls, destroyed our university, destroyed our unfulfilled dream. My family and I were forced to leave our warm home, leaving our beautiful memories and dreams with sad hearts. We were displaced from many places to many places... to obtain safety. We tasted the bitterness of separation and the bitterness of living in tents and the bitter cold, and hearing the sound of the occupation planes piercing our ears day and night.
These may be my last words during that genocide a year ago because I got tired of transmitting a voice that was suffering from pain a year ago. I don't know when the dark nightmare will stop.
Your donation is very important today and necessary
