מאי דהוה הוה

My father's life is in your hands

I write these words with my heart almost breaking with pain, and our hope for life now resting on a miracle. My father, a man who has always been a symbol of strength and patience, whom I have witnessed throughout my life stand firm in the face of every challenge, is now too weak to fight alone💔💔

His cancer has destroyed his body beyond description. His health has deteriorated rapidly, and he is now in the hospital, in pain every moment. The doctors have told us that he needs urgent surgery abroad, an operation that might give him hope of survival. But the problem we face today is not the treatment itself, but the money. We need help; we cannot afford the costs of travel and treatment abroad, and I cannot see my father in pain without being able to help him These are reports proving that my father has cancer and this is also a referral from the hospital to leave Gaza for treatment, but there is no money to be able to do that.

I cannot describe to you how a father's heart feels when he is separated from his children in these moments of pain, nor how I felt when I saw his tears as he begged me to help him, but I was powerless, unable to secure the treatment he needed. Today, I appeal to you… not just for financial assistance, but in the hope that you will be a factor in saving the life of the dearest person to my heart.

Every minute that passes increases the risk of losing him, and every moment of pain I see in his eyes makes the situation more difficult. He is not just a father; he is my everything, and without him, I don't know what the world would be like. Please, if you are able to help, don't hesitate. Every contribution, no matter how small, will give me hope that I can save him.

I urgently need your help. We don't have time. Time is ticking as we watch our father struggle without enough money to secure his treatment. Please, save my father's life before it's too late

Your donation will save my father's life. Don't ignore helping my father. His life is in your hands. If everyone donates $25, believe me, we will collect the required money and save my father. Please help us.

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Now, I'm saying this because it made me remember there was a time I was so scared of being alone on the weekend that I underwent some sort of hallucination born of rigid denialism of what was happening. I hallucinated my roommates being there for the whole weekend even though they weren't there. My neighbors even conducted a check on me, asked me if I was okay staying alone. I said I'm okay.

I just binge-watching anime on my laptop in the dark and chatting with my mom on the phone in a desperate attempt to control my fear. And I just pretended my roommates were in their own room, but I think I might have pretended too hard because I hallucinated the bedroom doors shaking. But I didn't scream through; I just convinced my brain that my roommates were there. So I went to my bed and just slept. The same thing happened on the next day. And I somehow just shrugged it off.