My name is Mohammed Bassem, a 31-year-old individual. I have borne the burden of sadness and despair, standing in front of an empty room that used to be a home for me and my small family. Memories of old happiness surrounded us, trying to offer a glimmer of hope in our eyes, but the harsh reality was stronger.

I used to tell others about the beautiful days I spent in this house, with my loving wife Alaa and our young daughter Karaz. Those moments formed a cornerstone that the future held onto with faith and confidence, but what happened was not just nightmares that faded after waking up, but a harsh reality our souls endured.

War shattered its brutality on the heads of the innocent, and my home was not spared from its wrath. Pink dreams turned into rubble covering the ground, and the security we felt under our roof suddenly disappeared. There was no escape from the destruction they faced when the waves of war swept them away.

And now, here we stand trying to rebuild our lives, demanding to rebuild a new opportunity for our innocent daughter Karaz, who witnessed dark days in her childhood. I search for a helping hand to wipe the tears of orphans and light up the paths of hope for them.

We appeal to the compassionate and kind-hearted to seek their help in rebuilding our home and creating a sustainable future for our little daughter. They combine the noblest feelings of hope and necessity, hoping that your outstretched hand will be the salvation we have longed for.

"You are the light in our darkness, the hope in our war, and the support in our despair. We plead with you with broken and shameless hearts, and souls that embrace fragments. Help us to spread the wings of safety again, and to build a castle of peace under which we seek refuge, and to restore balance to the life of Karaz, our little victim. Let us be partners together in spreading the fruit of love and humanity in our shattered world