Qais-from-Gaza

Tonight, I could not properly clean Qais’s wound because medical supplies are too expensive, so I stood there terrified, watching the infection and bleeding grow worse before my eyes.

Today, the doctor told me that besides the bleeding, my baby Qais is suffering from severe malnutrition and urgently needs proper food, but I cannot afford it. Please, I beg you donate now, help me provide food before his small body gives up completely.

Today, we rushed him to the hospital because of severe anemia and his wound worsening, and I had no choice but to give him expired medicine because I cannot afford proper treatment.

Every night, I promise myself I will stop begging and somehow find another way. Then morning comes, Qais still needs medicine, and I return with the same broken heart, asking for help again, please donate now.

Today, we rushed him to the hospital because of severe anemia and his wound worsening, and I had no choice but to give him expired medicine because I cannot afford proper treatment.

Every night, I promise myself I will stop begging and somehow find another way. Then morning comes, Qais still needs medicine, and I return with the same broken heart, asking for help again, please donate now.

OH MY GOD… my baby Qais’s heart stopped tonight. I ran through darkness carrying him, screaming for help, until doctors said severe anemia from his bleeding nearly killed him again.

Today we ran out of clean bandages and medicine, and I had no money left to replace them. I never imagined I would beg strangers to help me care for my child.

The doctor told me that due to malnutrition and lack of treatment, my baby Qais has developed severe anemia. I have no money to get what he needs. Please, can you donate now so I can buy his medicine and food?

Sadly, I never imagined my own child would become part of this tragedy. Even today, baby Qais still takes expired medicine because the treatment he truly needs is expensive and extremely difficult to obtain.

Because I am a poor woman, Qais is denied the treatment he desperately needs, and we are often turned away when I cannot pay. I still believe someone exists whose kindness could save my baby. Please donate now and contribute to my efforts so that I can get Qais treatment.

My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.

I will not forgive anyone who watches my child fade and scrolls past without mercy. One share delays his death—but one donation can end this waiting and bring his surgery closer today.

I hesitated for a long time before writing this. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I was ashamed my life had become a story of fear, loss, and constant pleading.

Yes, I never imagined I would lose so much of my dignity. Yet here I am, asking strangers for help because survival has become harder than anything I ever faced before.

What I am about to say is the hardest thing I have ever written. Five days ago, three missiles struck the place where we sheltered. Screams and dust filled everything; I awoke injured in a hospital.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I did was search for my two children. My heart raced with terror as I called their names, fearing I might never hear their voices answer me again.