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{:author "Nour Gaza",
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:title "About"
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## About Me
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My name is Nourhan, a mother of six wonderful children, a university graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Arabic Language and Teaching Methods, and a woman who once believed that education could open the door to a brighter future.
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I dreamed of building a meaningful career and giving my children a safe and beautiful life. But high unemployment left me unable to find work, and the future I had imagined slowly became harder to reach.
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Then my life changed in another way. After a traumatic experience involving my child falling from a relative’s elevator, I developed chronic health problems, including an underactive thyroid, adrenal insufficiency, and abnormal cortisol levels. I now need regular medical care, examinations, and treatment—needs that have become painfully difficult to afford during the war.
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My husband worked in teaching through a temporary employment program. He tried to provide for our family despite already struggling with a vision problem. But after developing severe joint and cartilage problems, he became unable to work.
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Then the war took what remained.
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We lost our home, our stability, and our source of income. Today, my six children and I live in a torn and fragile tent, with no reliable income and no real protection from the harshness around us.
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Two months before the war began, I gave birth to my little daughter, Sandy. I had waited for her with immense love and anticipation. She was the only girl among my six children, surrounded by five brothers, and I dreamed of giving her the gentle childhood she deserved.
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But the war took even the simplest moments of motherhood from me.
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Fear, hunger, and the unbearable stress caused my breast milk to dry up. I could not even continue breastfeeding my newborn daughter. A mother should never have to choose between feeding her baby and surviving another day.
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I am not writing these words to ask for pity. I am writing because behind every number and every headline is a family, a mother, and six children trying to hold on to life.
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I still dream of a future where my children can grow up safely, where I can care for my health, where my husband can work again, and where Sandy can know what a peaceful childhood feels like.
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I lost almost everything, but I have not lost hope.
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If you choose to stand beside us, your kindness will not simply help a family survive—it will remind us that we have not been forgotten. 🤍🍉 |