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Everything that brought me peace was my son's laughter and love. My husband would often say, "Yasmin, we have been blessed to have such a sweet child." I never imagined that the child who made my world so full would now be fighting for his life.
Today, a horrible accident has him unconscious and his body fighting to survive. Even as I pray for him to wake up, I don't have the money for his treatment.
My World Shattered When I Got A Call About My Son's Accident
That evening, my son left with his father to get vegetables. I wanted to ask if he wanted his favourite egg and rice, but his phone was switched off. Minutes later, I received a call saying a child from our village had met with an accident. I rushed there and screamed when I saw him.
My son was covered in blood, from his head, nose, ears, and mouth. My husband was also badly injured, but my son's lifeless face crushed me.
At the hospital, I watched helplessly as he was rushed into surgery. My dupatta was soaked in his blood, and my head was spinning. After an operation, doctors had to place him on ventilator support just to keep him breathing. Now, they've told us he needs prolonged ICU care and treatment, which costs more in a day than we earn in a month.
Our Happy Life Turned Into A Living Nightmare
My son has always been our light. Before the accident, he was a talkative, loving boy who cared for his parents and friends so much. He would never even eat until I did, and would regularly ask me how I was.
Now, every time a machine beeps, my heart stops. I whisper prayers into his ears, hoping he can hear me somehow. I tell him his Ammi is waiting, and that he can open his eyes now. But how do I say, we don't have the money for his recovery?
We've Never Had Anything Beyond Feeding Our Family
My husband worked as a daily labourer, and we barely earned enough to survive. Now, despite his wrist and leg being fractured, he still tries to earn and borrow money. We've asked everyone for loans and sold everything we had, but that went into stabilizing his body. Now, we don't even have money for meals.
My husband hides his pain, saying his broken hand doesn’t hurt as much as his broken heart. I can't eat or sleep properly. Every moment goes by worrying about how we have nothing left for his surgery and ICU care.
Please Help Me Bring My Son Back To Life
My love keeps me fighting, but with my son's condition worsening, my hope is slowly fading. All I want is for him to say "Ammi" again. But with nothing left in our pockets, I can't save him alone.
Your support is our only chance left. Please help me save my son and give our home life again.
