I don't know how much longer I can keep... telling my little boy, "Everything will be okay." Donations have almost stopped, and with them, Mohammed's chance to continue his life-saving heart treatment is slipping away. I am a father separated from my wife and children for nearly three years. I watch my son fight for his life from afar, unable to hold him or protect him. Please, don't let his story disappear. If you can't donate, share his plea. One repost could reach the person who saves his life. ❤️🙏🍉🔗show more

🙏My friends, I haven't talked much about my other... fundraiser in a while. I have told you life is unbearable in North 🇵🇸#Gaza.❤️‍🩹Life has been unbearable for months and I don't know how we keep going. To say prices for food and other necessities like soap are unreasonable, is an understatement. What they ask for the most basic canned food is infuriating. And it gets worse every week! We need your financial support to get through this, my friends. My brother-in-law Mahmoud wants to leave with my family and his wife as soon as the border reopens. My fundraiser right now is meant to help him get to Egypt. But we are getting to the point where prices are so high and donations are so slow, we will need to cut into his fund. It breaks my heart, my friends. I don't want him and his lovely wife to stay behind. Will you please help us out, so we can help Mahmoud? If you can't donate, will you please share my tweet? 🙏🫂❤️‍🩹 🚨🆘️🐾🙏🐾🫂show more

My heart is breaking as I write this… Milo... is very sick and fighting for his life right now. He needs urgent medical treatment, and I can’t do this alone. I have tried everything I can, but without support, I’m afraid I may lose him. Please donate to our link in bio 🙏show more

I don't want my plea to go unanswered… Imagine... if this child were your own, suffering before your eyes and you couldn't afford his treatment. If you can't help, sharing this appeal might reach someone who can. Please keep my son in your prayers.Donate⬇️show more

my father worked most his life to support those... around him. his family, his siblings, his parents, his extended family. he didn’t have much, but he always did his best. he gave so much to everyone around him, it even caused fights between him and mum. he is a giver. truly a kind man. my father taught me mathematics in JS1, and all through secondary school i carried math prize. from JS1 to SS3. his math lessons laid the foundation for the engineering mind i have today. i also represented my school in competitions and olympiads. came fourth nationwide in one of them. how he had the patience to teach me all those years ago, even when his life was filled with stress and responsibilities i knew nothing about. my dad is one of those who inspired me to excel from a young age. a true great man. Happy Father’s Day!!show more

Childhood in Gaza is stolen every single day, yet... despite deprivation and suffering, the innocence and humanity of our children remain alive. The world has abandoned us to face a machine of war that burned everything, destroyed our homes, took countless innocent lives, and left wounds in our hearts that will never heal. The pain of betrayal crushes us with every breath. My son Hani watches his little brother Tim suffer from high fever and severe nausea caused by a dangerous virus spreading with no medicine and no proper care, while life-saving drugs are deliberately kept from entering Gaza. All my child could do was try to protect his brother with makeshift masks and desperate alternatives that can never replace treatment. I write with my heart before my pen, pleading with every compassionate soul in this world: please save my son Tim, help me afford his costly treatment, for my entire life depends on keeping him alive. Please help me through the link below by donating, even a little. Your little means life for my child Tim, and it makes the difference between losing him or keeping him alive. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]show more

my sweet dibs went to doggy heaven yesterday. he... spent his last few days in his backyard looking at the sunshine and surrounded and visited by his forever people. there are no words to articulate his role in my life, but i couldn’t have done the last ten years without him, and he will always be my soul dog…and i pray and believe we’ll find each other in every life. his love and reach can’t be captured in an instagram photo dump, or in a caption, but here’s a look at some happy from dibs. thank you for loving him so loudly with me. i feel like the luckiest girl in the world that i got to be his dog mom, greatest gift of my life.show more

🚨 3 days of silence… and the reason is... painful to share. 💔 I was away for 3 days because I was in the hospital by my child’s side. I was living through the most frightening moments of my life. After the tests, we discovered that my child has a bacterial infection in the blood and urgently needs treatment. During those days, I could think of nothing but my child… Will they get better? Will I be able to provide the treatment they need? 😢 I now need €300 to provide my child with the necessary treatment. As a father, I feel helpless when I see my child sick and I don’t have enough to afford the medicine. 🙏 I beg you from the bottom of my heart, if you can help me with a donation, no matter how small, it would mean so much to us. And if you cannot donate, please don’t ignore me… please share my post. Your share may reach someone who can help save my child. I’m not asking for anything for myself… I’m simply trying to save my child. 💔show more

🔴 Joshua Zirkzee vows to fight for his future... at Manchester United as Bournemouth prepare move In a heartfelt interview, Joshua Zirkzee opened up about his desire to stay and fight at Manchester United. 🗣️ “My sole desire was to come here and have the best time of my life. I want to contribute and help the club in any way I can. I hear the criticism, but I won’t let it weigh me down. I will keep fighting for every inch.” The Dutch striker also revealed he draws huge inspiration from Wayne Rooney, saying watching him gives him a real boost. Meanwhile, Bournemouth are ready to sign Joshua Zirkzee if they sell Eli Junior Kroupi. Manchester United could let him go for £25-30 million. Should Manchester United sell Joshua Zirkzee or keep him and let him fight for his place?show more

"My dad forgot my name last Thursday. He looked... at me for a long time and I could see him trying and I smiled and said it's okay Dad and meant it and didn't mean it. Yesterday I brought Bruno to visit. Dad was in his recliner staring at the window the way he does when he's somewhere we can't follow. Bruno walked in. Dad turned. And his whole face — his whole face — became the face I grew up with. He reached out both hands. He said Bruno's name perfectly. Clearly. No hesitation. He said it the way you say the name of something you have loved so long it lives below the place the disease can reach." He held Bruno's face in both hands for a long time. He talked to him. Full sentences. Things I haven't heard from him in months. He said — "There's my boy. There he is. I knew you'd come." I sat in the corner of that room and I let them have it and I didn't make a sound because some things are not for witnessing loudly. My dad has Alzheimer's. Some days he knows me. Some days he is somewhere I cannot find him. But he always knows Bruno. Every single visit. Every single time. Bruno walks in and my father comes back to the surface like something in him refuses to forget the one who never left. I don't know what that is. I don't know the name for it. I just know that Bruno walks into that room and my father says his name and for a few minutes I have my dad back. That's everything. Some days that's just everything. Drop a ❤️ for Dad. And for Bruno who finds him every single time in places I can't reach.show more

If I die before my dog, please let him... see my body. To him, I am his entire world, and he understands death more than we can imagine. If he senses my departure, he will grieve and remember me in peace. But if he never sees me again, he might think I abandoned him, waiting eternally for my return. If I die before my faithful companion, allow him to say goodbye to me. He deserves that closure, because we shared life in silences and glances, in moments of profound companionship. He wasn't just a dog; he was a friend, a guardian, and an extension of my being. Let him smell, understand, and grieve, because in this way his heart will find peace and his spirit can rest in tranquility, knowing that I didn't simply leave him. In his nobility, he would continue searching for me endlessly, but let him know that my love remains. In this way, perhaps, he can find his peace and a new beginning…show more

An Eyelash and 3 Dandelions In Room 8, my... eyelash fell upon my father’s face, resting upon the bridge of his nose, as I held his hand and whispered into his ear, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I repeated the words he had said in life: “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” Peace. Peace. Peace. “Salam. Shalom. Shanti.” And, transcending identity, he responded: “Shanti.” Peace. Soon after, my father, Mohammed Zafar Alam Nomani, 93, a man of faith, humanity, humility and love, took his last breath. Through the dark of the night, his son and grandchildren whispered into his ear, his wife of 64 years held the hand that had just months earlier given her three dandelions on the banks of the Monongahela River. There is nothing that prepared me for this sheer loss unimaginable of a father’s breath that had again become my own, just as it had been when I lay upon his belly as a girl, delighting in stories of the kings and queens of India. “Noorjehan,” he told me when I asked which queen he told me about. Bedside these past weeks with my family as my father battled life-threatening pneumonia and lung disease, I inhaled these last weeks beside my father’s ear to guide him to breathe deeply and exhaled softly onto his neck to synchronize our breaths and try to bring him back to good health. These past weeks, my father gave us the gift of being able to serve him as an expression of love. In Room 8, I fell in love again with my father as I had as a girl upon his belly. I learned from the softness of his grandchildren serving him, my niece tucking and retucking his blanket. We knew his white blood cell count and his respirations per minute. We discovered his playful wink. We recited the first chapter of the Quran to remain on the straight path, and I heard him say again and again “Alhamdullilah,” praise be to God, because he had gratitude in even obstacles, as his granddaughter observed in him. With each gesture of care for him, he whispered, “Thank you,” with a beaming smile. I heard him express his mantra: “Think good. Do good.” “Serve humanity.” A a twin who lost his brother soon out of the womb, a child of British colonialism, a survivor of the manmade Bengal Famine of 1943, he taught by example, eschewing grievance and cherishing life. Every moment from our lives together flashes before me. My father who drove me to the Pittsburgh Airport so many times over to allow my wings to fly in this world. Who ferried his son, wife and grandchildren to help them pursue their every dream. My father who drove me to Andrews Air Force Base in the dark of the predawn for me to board a plane to Guantanamo Bay — on a round trip ticket. My father who taught me how to ride a lawn tractor. My father who read my books’ every words and wrote notes in the margins. My friends tell me that experiencing a parents’ death leaves a hole in the heart, shepherding a parent’s care at end of life leaves a trauma invisible and surviving a parent in the normal cycle of life is an unspoken soul-crushing grief. In Room 8, I have confronted very intimately the social reality of a grief even more painful in a society that appears to too often devalue the “elderly,” coax the vulnerable without treatment to unwanted “hospice” or medically-assisted suicide and “slow code” the elderly to death, responding slowly to emergency. We couldn’t save my father but I am keen to investigate the dynamics of ageism that too often become a barrier to treatment. My father always encouraged me to draw lesson for society from suffering. Please write to me or reply with your family’s story? I will strive to honor his life. And thank you for honoring him by absorbing the details of his life, down to the flutter of three dandelions in the wind and the drop of an eyelash upon his skin.show more

There's a man in my community with this same... issue. I kept asking myself why his parents watched him grow up without doing everything humanly possible to get the surgery done for him. Instead, they advised him to get married, two months ago his wife left him when she couldn't take it anymore. I can't fold my hands and watch Jazeel grow up like this, I once saw this man had seizure it was as if that day will be his last. I am pleading with everyone who come across this to please give us a repost, a quote and to tag anyone who can help us fast. And if you're led to support us towards his surgery 0030043880 Access Oluwatoyin Ann Sogunro.show more

My toddler's cancer is back, now in his brain.... From two to three, he fought bravely. We celebrated a cancer-free third birthday, and now he must fight again to reach his fourth. I'm heartbroken. I can't kiss this boo-boo better or prevent his pain and suffering. This is the only life he knows; he doesn't understand. I must be strong for him, smile to hide the tears, and ensure he lives his best life possible. He's a little boy who only wants to play; he shouldn't be stuck in a hospital bed day and night with no end in sight. Say a prayer or send positive vibes, please. 🎗️ Remember to hug your kids and make sure they feel loved, because our time is uncertain. 💛🎗️💫💪😭 Grokshow more

Dear friends 🙏😭 I know you are really tired... me and you don't want to look at my ugly cat,I have only a few hours to save this innocent cat he doesn't deserve a happy Life,we are looking for only $3600 to make adifference in his life please save us🙏 • link in bioshow more

It really breaks my heart to see him struggle... like this, but his teeth couldn't wait any longer. A small dental problem may not seem serious at first, but if you keep putting it off, it can turn into severe pain, infection, swelling, and much more complicated treatment. I now take his oral care much more seriously and help him brush every day with a disposable toothbrush. Please don't make the same mistake I did. Don't wait until your child's teeth start to hurt to start taking care of them.show more

Tears in my eyes... A mother who sacrificed everything-her... sleep, dreams & life-so her son could rise. Today, he salutes her in uniform, the woman who made him who he is. This salute is his silent promise: "Ma, everything I am, I owe to you." ❤️ Parents truly pray for our success more than their own.show more