My name is Mohammed. I am 27 years old.
When I graduated, I couldn’t find a job. I had dreams and hopes like everyone else, but the situation around me made it almost impossible to start my life. Then the war came, and it destroyed me even more. Everything I had left was taken away.

Our home, which was our last shelter and the only place that gave us some sense of safety, was destroyed. Now, we are left with nothing. Every day is a struggle just to survive. Life has become a nightmare—full of fear, hunger, and despair. There are moments when I wonder if I’ll ever smile again or live with dignity.

I am sharing my story not to seek pity, but to ask for your help, from whatever God has given you. Even a little support can make a big difference in our lives. I still believe in kindness. I still have hope that there are people out there who care.

Please, if you can help in any way, know that your support could bring light to the darkness we are living in.

Thank you, and may God bless you.