Please read this even if it hurts.

The world says the war is “over,” but tell me how is it over when my mother still wakes up gasping for breath? When every night I pray she survives until morning because I can’t afford the device that keeps her heart alive?

We lost our home. We lost everything. And now I’m watching the person who gave me life slowly fade in front of me —because we have nothing left but hope.

She needs a new heart device — $35,000 — to live. I’m begging you: don’t scroll past this like it’s just another post. Please donate, reblog, or share anything. Your act of kindness could literally save a life tonight.

💳 Donate here ➡️ PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser 📢 Reblog don’t let her story be forgotten.

Update My mother is still struggling to breathe. My father is exhausted and unwell. We lost our home, and donations are extremely low.

We need 418 AUD to reach 11,000 AUD just 16 people giving 25 AUD.

I also urgently need $50 via PayPal.

Please don’t scroll. Donate if you can, or reblog and share.

Winter didn’t end the war. It finished what bombs started.

Flooded tents. Sick bodies. No shelter. Pain is background noise now and we’re still here, freezing.

I’m not asking to be noticed. I’m asking not to be erased. 💳 Donate here ➡️ PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser

The year changes. Nothing else does.

I refresh the page. Silence answers.

Time moves on, and we’re being left behind.

This isn’t patience. It’s being ignored.

Don’t let this year start with our disappearance.

Winter didn’t end the war. It finished what bombs started.

Flooded tents. Sick bodies. No shelter. Pain is background noise now and we’re still here, freezing.

I’m not asking to be noticed. I’m asking not to be erased. 💳 Donate here ➡️ PayPal ✅ Verified fundraiser

One donation.

If every share was 5 AUD (≈ $3 USD) we wouldn’t still be drowning.

Please don’t let this be just another post.

Sharing is easy. Surviving isn’t.