Lives Are in Constant Danger Under Relentless Bombing

My name is Israa Mousa, a mother of five children from Rafah, Gaza. I am writing this message as the walls around me shake from the relentless bombing. I don’t know if I will be able to send it, and I don’t know if I will still be alive tomorrow. But I do know one thing—we are living in an unbearable nightmare, and we need your help now more than ever.

Life Here: A Slow Death Under the Rubble

Gaza is no longer a place for the living. It has become a graveyard of destruction and death. Everyday, every hour, every moment, we stand on the edge of annihilation:

The bombings never stop, and buildings collapse on top of their residents. We sleep to the sound of explosions and wake up to the cries of the wounded.

No water, no food, no medicine. Hospitals have stopped functioning, the sick are dying without treatment, and hunger is consuming our children.

No safety, no shelter. Even schools and supposed safe havens have been bombed—there is no safe place left.

My Baby Died in My Arms – How Many More Will Die?

I lost my infant son, who was only two months old. He became sick, and I desperately searched for medicine, for a hospital, for anything to save him. But the siege had already stolen his chance at survival. He took his last breath in my arms, and I couldn’t even promise his siblings that they would be safe.

How many more mothers will have to endure this pain? How many more children will die because no one came to save them?

Fear Haunts Us Every Moment – We Don’t Know If We’ll Survive Another Day

My five children live in constant terror. Every night, they ask me:

“Mama, are we going to die today?”

“Mama, why are they destroying our home?”

“Mama, is there anywhere safe?”

And I have no answer for them. How do I explain to them that the world sees our suffering but does nothing?

What Do We Need?

We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. We need safe evacuation, urgent aid, and a voice to demand an end to this massacre. With every passing minute, we are one step closer to death, and my children deserve a chance to live.

Please, do not leave us alone in this nightmare. We need every bit of support, every voice, every effort.

With the last hope I have left,

Israa Mousa