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cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/6372411

In Khan Younis – Al-Mawasi, Muntaha lives through days that no human should have to endure.

Every night, she waits for the hours to pass safely, staring at the torn flap of their tent, her heart pounding with fear for her father and her brother Suleiman, who sleep outside under the cold, open sky.

Muntaha whispers in a trembling voice:

“Every time I hear an explosion, I think I’ve lost one of them… My father and Suleiman sleep on the ground, with no warmth, no safety.”

She wraps her younger siblings in what’s left of the blankets and cries silently as the wind shakes the edges of the fragile tent.

Meanwhile, Soliman’s story is one of pain and quiet endurance.

He tries to appear strong in front of his mother and sister, but inside he is breaking — from hunger, from exhaustion, and from the feeling of helplessness.

Sometimes he cries silently when he sees his mother trying to calm the children who keep asking for bread that isn’t there.

“Oh God, I don’t want anything for myself — just protect my mother, my father, and Muntaha,”

Suleiman whispers in the darkness, his body trembling from the cold.

This is the story of a family fighting to survive…

Muntaha, who cannot sleep from worry for her father and brother, and Suleiman, who faces hunger and tears with the patience of a child who has grown up too soon.

🕊️ Help them survive…

Even a small donation can bring them warmth, dignity, and hope.

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