Journey of hope - help me to live better

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Journey of hope - help me to live better
My name is Khaled, and I’m from Egypt. What matters more than my name, however, is the story of a young person standing at the edge of despair, trying to find a way back to life. For a long time, I have been battling severe depression. The weight of my thoughts, the silence of my room, and the feeling of being stuck have been unbearable. Every day feels like a mountain I have to climb, but I keep climbing — not because it’s easy, but because I still believe there’s a small light waiting somewhere. I live in a country where mental health support is almost non-existent, and treatment is expensive. I’m under medication for depression, but progress is slow and fragile. My family tries to help, but our financial situation is collapsing — debts, unpaid bills, and no stable source of income. I’m asking for help — not for luxury, not for pleasure, but for survival. I need $10,000 to start a new life: to secure a small safe place to live, continue my therapy, and buy the basic tools I need to start working again and rebuild my independence. This campaign is my last attempt to stand up again. Every dollar, every share, every message of support is not just money — it’s a hand reaching out in the dark. If you’ve ever felt lost, you’ll understand what it means to be seen and heard when the world goes quiet. Please help me find my way back to hope. Thank you for reading, for caring, and for believing that even one small act of kindness can save a life.

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Journey of hope - help me live better

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Journey of hope - help me live better
My name is Khaled, and I’m from Egypt. What matters more than my name, however, is the story of a young person standing at the edge of despair, trying to find a way back to life. For a long time, I have been battling severe depression. The weight of my thoughts, the silence of my room, and the feeling of being stuck have been unbearable. Every day feels like a mountain I have to climb, but I keep climbing — not because it’s easy, but because I still believe there’s a small light waiting somewhere. I live in a country where mental health support is almost non-existent, and treatment is expensive. I’m under medication for depression, but progress is slow and fragile. My family tries to help, but our financial situation is collapsing — debts, unpaid bills, and no stable source of income. I’m asking for help — not for luxury, not for pleasure, but for survival. I need $10,000 to start a new life: to secure a small safe place to live, continue my therapy, and buy the basic tools I need to start working again and rebuild my independence. This campaign is my last attempt to stand up again. Every dollar, every share, every message of support is not just money — it’s a hand reaching out in the dark. If you’ve ever felt lost, you’ll understand what it means to be seen and heard when the world goes quiet. Please help me find my way back to hope. Thank you for reading, for caring, and for believing that even one small act of kindness can save a life.

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Two Knees, One Hope: Help Her Walk Again

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Two Knees, One Hope: Help Her Walk Again
💔 Help My Mother Walk Again 🕯 A Cry for Hope I never imagined I would reach a day where I would beg strangers for help. But I am here now, because my heart can no longer bear the pain of watching my mother suffer. She is my whole world — the only parent I have left — and she’s slowly losing the ability to walk. 🖤 A Life of Struggle My father passed away ten years ago, leaving my mother alone with five children. I am the oldest, only 20 years old, trying my best to hold our small, broken family together. Since that day, my mother has carried everything — our pain, our hunger, our fears — on her tired shoulders. She has worked endlessly just to keep us alive, even when her own body was falling apart. 💔 Her Health is Failing Now, her knees — both of them — are completely worn out. The doctors said the cartilage is gone, the joints are badly damaged, and she needs urgent double knee replacement surgery. Without it, she may never walk again. Every step feels like fire under her skin. Every movement is torture. Yet she still forces herself to work, pushing through the agony, because she has no choice. She tells me, “As long as I can move, I’ll try to feed you.” But now she can hardly stand. 🌧 Living in Desperation We live in heartbreaking poverty. There is no medical support, no insurance, no savings — just survival. I stay up at night listening to her cry quietly in the dark, praying for strength. I feel completely helpless. I am only 20, and I cannot afford the surgeries, the treatment, or even the pain medication she needs. 💞 Why I’m Asking for Help This campaign is my last hope — not for myself, but for my mother. She has given everything for us. She deserves to live without pain. She deserves to walk again. If you are reading this, please — help me give her that chance. Even the smallest donation can bring us closer to hope. It can bring her closer to standing, walking, and smiling again. And if you cannot donate, please share this story. You might be the reason a mother gets her life back. 💖 From My Heart to Yours Thank you for taking the time to read our story. Thank you for caring about a family you’ve never met. Your kindness could be the miracle that helps my mother walk again — and I will never forget it.

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Help Rana and her grandmother

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Help Rana and her grandmother
Add cover image Ranosh Home Posts Support Ranosh $ Enter amount Name or @yoursocial Say something nice... Add a video message Make this message private Make this monthly Support About Ranosh Edit I'm Rana, 16, clinging to life in Gaza with my 63-year-old grandmother, my only anchor after the war tore my parents away. Their absence haunts me—every night, I see their faces, hear their laughter, and wake up with an ache that never fades. Grandma's warm hugs and soft voice keep me going, but her tired eyes betray the pain she hides. Our tiny home, with its cracked walls, holds our fragile world together. Grandma’s battling diabetes, and watching her wince as she skips her medicine because we can’t afford it breaks my heart. Sometimes, she sells her old treasures—little pieces of her past—just to buy food or pills. Each sale feels like losing another part of her. I pour myself into school, clutching my worn books, dreaming of becoming a doctor to heal people like us, who’ve known too much pain. But the fear never leaves—every distant boom makes me grab Grandma’s hand, terrified it could be our last moment. She whispers, “Stay strong, Rana,” but I see her tremble too. I wrestled with my pride to ask for help, my chest tight with shame, but I’m desperate. Grandma is my everything—my mother, my father, my home. The thought of losing her rips me apart. If anyone can offer even a sliver of hope, it would mean the world to us. I’m Rana, carrying a heart full of grief but still holding onto dreams.

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