Sometimes a person spends their entire life devoted to just one thing: making sure their child is safe, so they never have to endure the hardships their parent survived. I have gone through ten years of forced displacement, facing war, fear, torture, blood, and fire, all while caring for my child, who could not even manage his daily needs alone.

My son never got to live his youth. At eighteen, just as he was studying architecture and dreaming about his future, an accident left him with a traumatic brain injury and permanently confined to a wheelchair. From that moment on, he learned loneliness, and I, as his mother, watched him slowly fade into isolation.

For eighteen years, I have cared for him alone, while also fighting illnesses like cancer and rheumatoid arthritis. Yet I never let my exhaustion stop me from being his mother. My only hope is that before I leave this world, I can know that my son is safe.

Due to our circumstances, I cannot leave him alone, and the only work I can do is food delivery, where he can be with me. I do not have a credit card or health insurance, and I need a vehicle to cover medication, medical care, and rent.

I reach out to you not out of comfort, but out of necessity. With the kindness and support of each and every one of you, we can continue our lives with hope and dignity. May God bless you all for your compassion and generosity.