Support for the Shadi family in Gaza
United States
months left
I am Suad, a 66-year-old widow from Gaza, and my life has been a constant struggle with illness and disability. I suffer from diabetes, high blood pressure, heart palpitations, weak bones, anemia, and heart failure. Every day, I feel my body giving up on me more and more. What scares me isn’t just the pain – it’s that I can’t afford the medications I need to stay alive.
Then there’s my son, Mohammed. He’s only 24 years old, but he has endured a lifetime of suffering. His skin is covered with painful patches of psoriasis, and he is also a dwarf. He tries to smile through his pain, but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Mohammed needs treatment just as much as I do, but like me, he has to go without it because we simply cannot afford it.
I live with six family members, and every day is a battle just to put food on the table, let alone think about medicine. My heart breaks when I think about what might happen if I can’t continue. My health is deteriorating day by day, and I am terrified of what will happen to Mohammed if something happens to me.
I have nothing to offer but my story, and I am asking for help. I ask for treatment – for me and for my son.
Friends from Pakistan
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$15,000.00
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Product Description
United States
months left
I am Suad, a 66-year-old widow from Gaza, and my life has been a constant struggle with illness and disability. I suffer from diabetes, high blood pressure, heart palpitations, weak bones, anemia, and heart failure. Every day, I feel my body giving up on me more and more. What scares me isn’t just the pain – it’s that I can’t afford the medications I need to stay alive.
Then there’s my son, Mohammed. He’s only 24 years old, but he has endured a lifetime of suffering. His skin is covered with painful patches of psoriasis, and he is also a dwarf. He tries to smile through his pain, but I can see the exhaustion in his eyes. Mohammed needs treatment just as much as I do, but like me, he has to go without it because we simply cannot afford it.
I live with six family members, and every day is a battle just to put food on the table, let alone think about medicine. My heart breaks when I think about what might happen if I can’t continue. My health is deteriorating day by day, and I am terrified of what will happen to Mohammed if something happens to me.
I have nothing to offer but my story, and I am asking for help. I ask for treatment – for me and for my son.
Friends from Pakistan
| ID | Name | Amount | |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | Listing Agent | [email protected] | |
| 1215 | Listing Agent | [email protected] |
