Help Rebuild a Dream: A Horse, a Stable project

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Help Rebuild a Dream: A Horse, a Stable project
My last trip to Morocco began like a dream — golden sunsets, the sound of waves crashing against Essaouira’s windswept shores, and the rhythmic beat of hooves on the sand. It quickly became something I would never forget… for reasons I never expected. On my previous visit, I met a remarkable young man — a passionate horse rider who had just begun his journey of building a small business. With nothing but a strong spirit and his beloved horse Strom, he offered unforgettable rides along the beaches and through the forests, creating magical moments for travelers like myself. His joy was contagious. His dream was simple but beautiful — to share his love of horses and nature with the world. So inspired by his passion, I planned a second visit to Essaouira to help him grow his business. During that trip, he trained me with the same care and dedication he showed his horse. I witnessed firsthand his extraordinary ability to teach, to lead, and to inspire. But what began as a joyful experience quickly turned into a nightmare. I fell gravely ill and was rushed to the intensive care unit in Marrakesh. I was terrified, alone in a foreign country — until he showed up. Every day, without fail, he sat by my side, bringing me strength through his quiet presence. His own world was falling apart — though I didn’t know it yet. On the fourth day, as my condition worsened — my lung collapsed and a blood infection spread — he received a devastating call. His beloved horse, Strom, was dying. Over FaceTime, he watched helplessly as his best friend took his final breath. And still… he never left my side. He didn’t tell me until I began to recover. He didn’t want to burden me. But when I found out, I broke down. Strom wasn’t just a horse. He was this young man’s livelihood. His partner. His future. And now, it's all gone. I can’t stop thinking about the love, strength, and loyalty he showed me in my darkest hour. I feel a deep responsibility — not just to thank him, but to help him rise again. This is why I’m asking for your help. We’re raising funds to buy a new horse and build a small, safe stable for him — so he can rebuild his dream from the ground up. Your donation, no matter how small, is not just a gift — it’s a lifeline. It’s a chance to give back to someone who gave everything without expecting anything in return. It’s a step toward healing. A step toward hope. Let’s bring the magic back to Essaouira. Let’s help a young man ride again. Please donate. Share. Spread the word. Together, we can turn heartbreak into a new beginning. With all my heart, LUCIA

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I don't know who will read my message, but I hope

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I don't know who will read my message, but I hope
I’m Mohammad, and I Need Your Help to Rebuild My Life My name is Mohammad, a 16-year-old Palestinian boy, born in Gaza. Recently, I was forced to leave my homeland and leave some of my family and friends behind in search of safety. Now, I live in Egypt, far from them and from everything I once loved. Life here is tough, and every day I live, I miss their faces and dream of returning, but the circumstances are stronger than me. A long time ago, I went through a painful experience that still haunts me to this day. I was walking down the street when a police car next to me was hit by an airstrike. It wasn’t just a car; it was, for us, a symbol of safety amidst the constant fear. In a single moment, I watched four people lose their lives right before my eyes. The days passed, but that scene has never left my memory, and the symptoms of the trauma still follow me to this day. Animals have always been an important part of my life. I had two beautiful cats, Besa and Snow, and two wonderful parrots, Coco and Lulu, and they had little chicks at the time. They were my real source of happiness, especially amidst all the pain we lived through. When we were forced to leave, we thought we would return in just a few days. For that reason, we left our little birds with enough food, believing we would return quickly to take care of them. But I had no idea I would never see them again. Due to the long period of displacement, the pair of birds and their chicks all died from hunger, after their food ran out, without anyone to take care of them. Today, I live without them all, and I miss their presence that once filled my life with joy. Despite all these losses, I still hold onto hope. I dream of going back to studying, returning to my hobbies, and building a future despite everything. That’s why I’m asking for your help. Any support, no matter how small, could make a real difference in my life. I’m not asking for much... just a chance to start over. Please, be a part of my story. Let’s write a new chapter together, filled with hope. Thank you to everyone who reads my message and extends a helping hand. — Mohammad from Gaza

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