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In 2015, I lost my little girl to liver disease. She clung to me, burning with fever, but I was helpless. We were crushed under hospital bills we could never pay. I prayed for a miracle—it never came.
And now, my son is suffering from the same disease. His liver is shutting down, and if he doesn’t get a transplant immediately, he will be put on a ventilator. If that happens, his chances of survival will plummet. I have already lost one child—I cannot lose another.
My Husband Is Donating His Liver To Save Our Son.
My son was always full of energy, but a few weeks ago, his eyes turned yellow. We thought it was jaundice, but test after test, the truth became clear—his liver was failing. We sold everything we had, and my husband left his job to be by his side. When the doctors said he needed a transplant, my husband stepped forward without hesitation. "Take mine," he said. But love alone cannot save him—without money, the surgery cannot happen.
My Son Said, "Mummy, When I Come Home During Ramzan, I Will Fast Every Day."
He was born in this holy month, and now, he is fighting to survive it. I dream of bringing him home, seeing him laugh, watching him break his fast with us. But right now, he is lying in a hospital bed, slipping away.
I Humbly Request Everyone To Contribute Whatever You Can To Save My Son.
This Ramadan, I am not asking for wealth or comfort—just mercy. Please, if you are reading this, help me save my son. Your kindness can be the miracle I so desperately need.
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