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ASAR SAMIR Mother of Sila, Waleed, Qusai, and Kareem a survivor of the genocide, a journalist who only wants to secure a dignified life for her children after losing everything.
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Hello I am Sila’s mother. Again here
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.
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Hello I’m Sila. Donations are very slow, almost none. I urgently need milk and food to avoid malnutrition. 🍼😥
Please help me survive.💔
chuffed.org/project/1315...
This is the family home, where dreams, beautiful memories, and laughter lived.
Maybe we can rebuild the stones, but who will rebuild the memories?😥💔
chuffed.org/project/1315...
Im Sila. Donations are very slow😥, almost none.💔 I need milk🍼 and food to avoid malnutrition.🥺
Please help me.
chuffed.org/project/1315...
*I’M SILA. I LIVE IN A TENT AND NEED MILK AND DIAPERS. I’M AFRAID OF GETTING SICK FROM MALNUTRITION. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE. 💔🍼
chuffed.org/project/1315...
Two years of war left us broken, but not silent. We survived bombs, hunger, and loss — yet our children still cry from pain and need. There are no homes, no food, no medicine. Please, help us rebuild what was taken. Your kindness can save a life💔
chuffed.org/project/1315...
Help Asar and her family survive the genocide
Imagine waking up to find your home reduced to rubble, destroying everything you had and leaving you with nowhere to turn for safety and security. This is the reality of life for Asar, her husband, th...
chuffed.org
My baby Sila needs supplements to avoid malnutrition.😥
War is over, but hunger and poverty remain. No income for food, milk,🍼 Please help💔
This is my baby Sila. She is eating a nutritional supplement to prevent malnutrition.
🥺
Maybe the war and bombing have stopped,
but hunger and poverty are still ongoing.
We have no income to buy food, milk, or clothes.

Please don’t look away. Help us. 💔🍼
chuffed.org/project/1315...
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2- “sheltering” living only under poor strips of cloth tied together, which offer no real protection. October has arrived, and the wind and weather are already very harsh. They desperately need a proper tent to protect them from the cold especially because all their children are very young
Help Asar and her family survive the genocide
Imagine waking up to find your home reduced to rubble, destroying everything you had and leaving you with nowhere to turn for safety and security. This is the reality of life for Asar, her husband, th...
chuffed.org
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including a baby girl. 😔😔😔
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2- “sheltering” living only under poor strips of cloth tied together, which offer no real protection. October has arrived, and the wind and weather are already very harsh. They desperately need a proper tent to protect them from the cold especially because all their children are very young
Help Asar and her family survive the genocide
Imagine waking up to find your home reduced to rubble, destroying everything you had and leaving you with nowhere to turn for safety and security. This is the reality of life for Asar, her husband, th...
chuffed.org
They have been deprived of school, of play, of safety — of childhood itself.
And all I want now, as a mother, is to see them eat well, sleep without fear, and grow up in a world where destruction no longer follows them.
And little Kareem — the youngest after Sila — learned the meaning of fear before he even learned the alphabet. He trembles at the sound of planes and whenever the lights go out.
Her skin peels, the burning spreads every time the temperature rises.
Sometimes I press a cloth dampened with water that turns warm before it even touches her,
and sometimes, I can’t even find water.

This is not life — this is an insult to childhood.
Mama, I don’t want to scratch.”
And I can only hold her tiny hands and whisper comfort, knowing the pain won’t stop.
Our home completely destroyed
I try to comfort them with a little water —
the only thing I have left to give
Hello I am Sila’s mother. Again here
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.