How One Mother’s Plea Split My World Open

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Her message arrived on an ordinary afternoon—one of those quiet, forgettable days when you assume the world will continue spinning the way it always has. And yet, with a single notification, the axis of my understanding shifted.

“Good afternoon, my dear,” she wrote.
“I am a mother of two, writing to you with a broken heart.”

Her name was Heba—32 years old, radiant even in the shadows of terror, her two small children clinging to her sleeves in the photos she sent. Her son, Zain, was suffering from malnutrition. Prices had doubled; she could no longer afford eggs, flour, or warm clothing for her children. She told me she could bear hunger and cold, but her children could not. She begged me to look upon them with compassion.

I sent $40 through PayPal. It felt like tossing a pebble into an ocean of need, but it was something. Minutes later, her message appeared:

“Thank you, my dear. This is a true blessing. We will eat today.”

I felt a strange mixture of relief and disbelief. How could $40—less than a dinner out—mean survival?

Encouraged, I began asking friends if they could help. Most said they were overwhelmed with political donations, or that they needed to “research” Heba. Others asked:
“How do you know she isn’t scamming you?”
“How do you know she’s not Hamas?”

There is a particular violence in the way Western fear collapses real human beings into caricatures and accusations. But my intuition was clear. My heart knew. And something in me refused to participate in that dehumanizing dismissal.

I continued speaking with Heba daily. Her messages carried both terror and tenderness. The more I learned about her, the more I realized that behind the statistics, the headlines, the political debates—there were mothers like her. Fathers. Children.

Lives—full, tender, complex—caught in the machinery of destruction.

And that is how one mother’s plea split my world open.
Not with anger, but with clarity.
Not with despair, but with a new understanding of what it means to be responsible to one another.

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