𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝓁𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺
 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

My pregnant wife was shot in the chest as she prepared to receive our first child.

I never imagined that I would write these words or live this nightmare.

My wife is in her fifth month of pregnancy, and she was trying to live simple moments of joy in the midst of the war. I went out that day to see some of the children's clothes and prepare the needs of our first baby that we are waiting for impatiently.

But instead of returning home carrying clothes for our child, she returned to the hospital soaked in her blood after being shot in the chest.

In moments our dreams and joy turned into fear and terror. We ran to the hospital where she underwent emergency surgery to check on her life and the life of our unborn child. Due to difficult conditions and lack of medical capabilities, doctors have not been able to remove the bullet, and it is still stable inside its chest until now.

If you were able to help or share our story with others, you would have given our family hope at a time when hope has become scarce