My name is Mahmoud Enshasi, a Palestinian father from Gaza.

All I want in this life is to feed my children — to see them sleep without crying from hunger, to keep them alive through this war and famine.

But war has no mercy.

I lost my home. I was displaced multiple times. Every time I thought I found a safe place, it turned into rubble again. I carried my children and ran… and kept running… with no destination, only searching for life.

One day, while I was chasing a truck delivering aid — just trying to secure a piece of bread for my children — the army opened fire on me.
I wasn’t carrying a weapon. I wasn’t a threat.
All I wanted… was bread.

I was shot for trying to feed my kids.

Today, I have nothing. No home. No income. No safety.
Only hungry children, a torn tent, and the heart of a father breaking apart as he watches his kids suffer with no way to protect them.

I’m not asking for luxury. I’m asking for dignity — for the bare minimum that keeps us human: food to ease the hunger, a blanket to fight the cold, a voice to hear us, and a hand to help.

This campaign is a cry for help — from my heart to yours.
Help me feed my children. Help me stay standing in the middle of this collapse.

Your donation, no matter how small, makes a world of difference in Gaza today.