๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

๐ŸŒฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ
๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shatteredโ€”windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโ€™s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everythingโ€”our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ
๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my familyโ€™s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

๐Ÿ’š Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐Ÿ’š

Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani
gofundme.com
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for apprโ€ฆ Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to

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Every passing minute steals him further from me... every moment brings me closer to disaster. Any support, any sharing, any heart that moves to save him could mean the difference between life and death for my child.

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๐Ÿ’” Please... Save Mohammed before his name is written among the departed... before this plea turns into an elegy. ๐Ÿ’”

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๐Ÿšจ This isn't a plea. This is the cry of a mother being torn apart.

This is what it looks like... when a child dies, not from disease, but from poverty.

๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.
๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.

My child isn't treated.

He isn't held.

He's torturedโ€”slowly and silentlyโ€”and I watch.

He no longer cries. He chokes.

His lips are blue. His eyes are dull.

His chest barely rises, as if every breath is a war.

And I, his mother, stand here... completely useless.

๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.
๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.

They told me:

"Pay now, or take him to die."

They said it coldly. Without hesitation. Without heart.

As if my child isn't a life...just a number on a bill.

๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.
๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.

My child isn't dying from disease.

He dies because we are poor.

And the world is merciless to the poor.

๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.
๐Ÿšจ This Isn't A Plea. This Is The Cry Of A Mother Being Torn Apart.

Can you imagine watching your child vanish, knowing that he could be savedโ€”if only you had the money?

Can you imagine digging his grave...

Not because he lost the battle -

But because no one gave him a chance to fight?

Every second is a knife.Every breath he loses - it breaks me more than death does.

I'm not asking for luxury.

I'm not asking for miracles.

I'm begging: Don't force me to bury him while he's still looking at me.

โŒ No surgery

โŒ No oxygen

โŒ No time

โŒ Nothing... except God... and maybe... you

If you have an ounce of humanity - help me.

If you're a mother, a father, a human being - save him.

If you can't donate, share this. Let the world hear his silent scream.

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Save our lives ๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšจ

โ€œEvery day I lose my beautiful daysโ€ฆ and I die in this war.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’”

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I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

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But I have nothing for himโ€ฆ no milk, no roof, no safetyโ€ฆ only my fear. ๐Ÿ’”

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I woke up screaming...

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Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

Save Our Lives ๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšจ
Save Our Lives ๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšจ

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I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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1 month ago

๐ŸŒฟ My Name is Rola, and This is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.

My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.

But in an instant, it was all gone.

๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ
๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shatteredโ€”windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborโ€™s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.

That was just the beginning.

The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?

We had to leave. We walked away from everythingโ€”our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.

๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ
๐ŸŒฟ My Name Is Rola, And This Is My Story ๐ŸŒฟ

No home.

No food.

No clean water.

No way out.

I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.

I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.

I never imagined I would have to beg for my familyโ€™s survival. But today, I am.

Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.

Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.

๐Ÿ’š Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. ๐Ÿ’š

Donate to From Despair to Hope: Help us to rebuild our life., organized by Fatima Rajwani
gofundme.com
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for apprโ€ฆ Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
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