Last night I sat beside my baby Qais, cleaning his wound as he cried quietly, his small body shaking from pain and fear, and I felt the world turn away from usβI will not forgive being ignored without even a share.
His injury is worsening, infection is spreading, and medicine is out of reach while time runs out faster than my tearsβplease help us now, save my child, and keep him alive by donating today.
I am a mother begging with everything left in me: donβt scroll past Qaisβs pain. A share, a prayer, or support can change his fate and give my baby a chance to heal.
Baby Qais no longer plays, laughs, or sleeps peacefullyβhis days are measured by pain, infection, and waiting. Every minute without help steals his strength. Please donate nowβ donβt let this be his ending.
Tonight, I watch my baby fade while the world scrolls past us. Qais is not a storyβhe is a child bleeding, hurting, waiting. If you can hear me, please donate and save his life.
I press my hand against Qaisβs wound and feel his tiny body shake from pain. His cries grow weaker, his eyes heavier. As a mother, I am breaking. Pleaseβdonate now. Help me keep my child alive.
