My child is dying in my arms.. and I’m powerless to save him 🍉🍉💔
How does a father write an obituary for his son while he’s still in his arms?How can I describe the feeling of helplessness as I watch my child suffocate, tremble, and groan in pain, and I can do nothing but cry?
Mohammed,my soul, my heartbeat, faces death right in front of me.He looks at me with eyes filled with pain, as if asking,“Dad, why don’t you save me?”And I have no answer. I have nothing but mytears falling down his little face,as if they’re an apology for not being a father capable of protecting him.
My son is dying, and his days are slipping away from me like water through my fingers.He suffers from severe lung infections, and his small body can’t take any more.The doctors told me in cold voices, “The only solution is urgent surgery, or else…!”They didn’t finish their sentence, but I heard it all in their deadly silence.
But how can I save him when I can’t afford a life?How can I accept that money be the barrier between me and seeing my child grow up?The amount demanded is huge, and I stand before it, penniless except for my hope in God and my supplications to you.
I am not asking for help, I am asking for life…a life for my child before he departs… before I bury him, knowing I did not do enough to save him.
Please… do not let him die… do not leave me to carry his shroud and carry him to his grave, knowing I could have saved him had a merciful hand reached out to me.
Any support,any assistance, even if it is simply sharing this appeal, could be the difference between life and death… it could be the miracle by which I save my child from the death that creeps closer to him every minute.
