In a forgotten corner of this world lives Ibrahim, a child whose tender years are marked by profound suffering. He endures developmental delays and relies on constant oxygen support to breathe. Yet, his physical ailments are compounded by the psychological scars inflicted daily by relentless bombings and the piercing wails of ambulances. These harrowing sounds have instilled in him a perpetual state of fear, leading to daily distress and, at times, painful seizures.

‏Medical evaluations underscore his urgent need for treatment abroad. However, the closure of borders and the inaccessibility of crossings have rendered this hope nearly impossible. His family, devoid of a stable income, struggles to secure even the most basic necessities: food, medicine, and a safe shelter remain out of reach.

‏Ibrahim’s plea is simple: a chance to live, to play without fear, to laugh freely, and to sleep peacefully. But in his current reality, even these modest dreams seem unattainable.

‏I reach out to compassionate hearts, to anyone who can extend a helping hand to Ibrahim and his family in this dire time. Any assistance, no matter how small, could serve as a lifeline for this innocent child.

‏Let us not allow Ibrahim to face this battle alone. Together, we can be the beacon of hope that lifts him from the depths of despair.