I am your Yemeni sister, and consider me your sister. By God, I only spoke out of hunger and distress. I and my entire family have been displaced from our homes because of the war. We are in a condition that only God knows about. God is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs for those who have brought us to this Indeed, by God Almighty, I did not write this appeal out of distress and poverty, O All-Knowing World. We hope that the great of the Lord is the great of the throne And we put a lot of difficulty, we are 4 “” ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' my brother My first words are that I swear to God on the Book of God that I will not lie to you, nor deceive, nor deceive. I am a displaced Yemeni girl. My family and I have 20,000 Yemenis among us in Ayat Al-Shahrb, and now we owe 60,000 for 3 months. The owner of the house is one of the people who does not have mercy. By God, my brother, he comes every day to humiliate us and talk about us. He wanted to move from the house to the street because we were unable to pay him the rent. The neighbors saw us crying and came back to talk to the neighbors and gave us a deadline of the end of the week. We paid him an oath, may God have mercy on him. He will take us out to the street. Have mercy on us. Our country is because of this war, and we cannot find food for our day, and my brothers and I are living on a safari. Our father has passed away, may God have mercy on him, and we have no one in this world who has been there for us in these harsh circumstances. My younger brothers went out to the street and saw the neighbors eating, and they stood at their door asking for bread to be given to them, even if they broke it. By God, to whom belongs the kingdom of the heavens and the earth, they closed the door and expelled them. And they came back crying. They were dying of hunger. No one had mercy on them. I gave them a holiday. I would have made a living. Now blame one of us. Help us with a kilo of flour. I swear to God. I am dying of hunger. My brother, I am an alien to God and then to you. I want your help for the sake of God. I ask you to love goodness and help me, even if it is 500 Yemeni riyals via WhatsApp messaging. On this number 00967717651204 and ask for the name of my card and send it and do not be late and may God reward you with all the best, my brothers Sagar. See how they are and help us and save us before they throw us out in the street. We will be lost or die of hunger. My family and I ask you, by God, if you are able to help us, do not be late and may God reward you well.