“Palestinian child, American child, Israeli child… what’s the difference, O conscience of the world?”
With this simple question, Mennat Allah sums up her deep confusion.
She was a little girl living a simple life in a small home filled with love. Her father was her support and her safety, and his presence gave her the reassurance every child needs. In a single moment, she lost her father, lost her sister Farah, and lost her entire father’s family in a bombardment that wiped their neighborhood off the map. She was seven years old when she survived—because she wasn’t at home.
She fled to her grandmother’s house, but the place she thought was safe was not spared either, and she lost several relatives there. She survived again, but carried shrapnel in her body, ten stitches in her thigh, and memories heavier than her age.
Today, Mennat Allah lives with her mother and siblings in a tent that offers no protection from rain or cold, after repeated displacement and the loss of stability, school, and safety.
And despite it all, she still clings to life… and to her right to learn, grow up, and dream.
Sponsoring Mennat Allah is not a fleeting act of help—it is a promise to a child who has lost so much, that she will find someone to stand by her… and give her a chance at a safer life.
