My name is Ahmed, and I am my mother’s only child.

Life has not been kind to us. I do not have a job, nor a steady source of income. Every day I wake up with one heavy thought on my heart: how will I provide food for my mother today

My financial situation is not just difficult it is below zero. We are not living; we are struggling to survive. I see the worry in my mother’s eyes, and it breaks me to know that I cannot give her even the simplest of life’s needs bread, clean water, or medicine when she is unwell.

There are nights when we sleep hungry, and days when I feel powerless, watching the woman who raised me go without. As her only child, I carry this burden alone, and it weighs heavier with each passing day.

I am reaching out not for luxury, not for comfort, but for survival. For the chance to put food on the table for my mother, to restore dignity to our lives, and to hold onto hope that tomorrow can be better than today.

Your support, no matter how small, would not just be financial help it would be an act of mercy, a hand that lifts us from despair, and a reminder that we are not forgotten.