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He did not cry. He only looked at me with eyes asking a question I could not answer: "Mama, when will I be able to walk and play again?" That question shattered my heart more than anything else.

@brattylikestoeat this made me feel so many things at once. I'm now utterly confused.

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.

Today no donations arrived, and I spent the day watching my baby Qais suffer without relief, feeling helpless and afraid. Please donate now and help me save him.

I will never forget those who donated, shared Qais’s story, and tried saving my child, but unfortunately I still cannot afford enough medicine or clean bandages. Please, donate now before his condition becomes even worse.

Unfortunately, Qais has run out of medicine, and I cannot afford more. To everyone who helped before, I beg you again today, donate now. Your kindness kept him alive, and he still desperately needs support.

I think the "pre" and "post" parts in "preposterous" should cancel each other out but everyone else seems to find my idea completely erous

I just survived a bombing and what was almost certain death.

Shrapnel flew around us and killed a little child before my eyes. He was the last child his mother had left.

Guys, I swear your silence could be the reason I die. Please share.

I am very sad and exhausted because donations have dropped so much