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In 2015, my little girl’s body failed her, just like my son’s is failing him now. I still remember the way she clung to me, burning with fever, her small hands gripping my hand as if I could somehow pull her back from the darkness. We were helpless... trapped by poverty, crushed under the weight of a hospital bill we could never pay. I prayed for a miracle. It never came.
And now, history is repeating itself. My son has the same disease that took my daughter from me. His liver is shutting down. The doctors say that if he doesn’t get a transplant immediately, he will have to be put on a ventilator. If that happens, his chances of survival will plummet. I have already watched one child slip away. I cannot watch another...
My son was a happy, mischievous boy
He was always full of energy, until a few weeks ago, when I noticed his eyes turning yellow. At first, we thought it was jaundice, something treatable. But test after test, hospital visit after hospital visit, and the truth became clear: his liver was failing, fast.
We have done everything we can
We have sold our jewelry, our savings have vanished, and my husband has left his job to be by his side. The hospital wants tens of lakhs for the transplant, an amount so large that it may as well be the sky. And with every passing day, my son grows weaker. Without help, we will lose him. My husband has never been a man of many words, but when the doctors said my son needed a new liver, he immediately stepped forward. "Take mine," he said. No hesitation. No second thoughts. A father willing to give a piece of himself to save his son.
But the cruel truth is, love alone cannot save him
We have a donor. We have a father willing to risk his life. Yet we are powerless, because without money, the surgery cannot happen. What kind of world is this, where a parent is ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, but the cost of survival is still out of reach? This Ramadan, I'm not praying for wealth or comfort. I just ask for mercy, for someone to hear this mother’s cry and help save my son.
He was born in this holy month, and now, he is fighting to live through it
I dream of bringing him home, of watching him break his fast with us, of seeing his laughter fill our home once more. But right now, he is in a hospital bed, slipping further away with each moment we lose.
Please, help me save him. I cannot bear to lose another child.
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