Sound for Zahnish: A Journey to a Brighter Future

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Sound for Zahnish: A Journey to a Brighter Future
In a world where silence once reigned, there lived a girl named Zahnish, whose spirit shone brighter than any melody. Born into a world without sound, her laughter echoed in the hearts of those who knew her, even before she could hear her own voice. At the tender age of two, a miracle came to her in the form of a cochlear implant – the OPUS. Suddenly, the world burst into a symphony of sound, a cacophony of joy and wonder that Zahnish embraced with open arms. From that moment on, Zahnish's life was a crescendo of discovery. She reveled in the laughter of her friends, the whispers of the wind, and the songs of birds greeting the dawn. With each passing day, she grew more curious, more adventurous, eager to explore every note and chord that filled her world. But now, as the years dance on, Zahnish's faithful companion, her OPUS device, whispers of its own departure. Its faithful melodies, once clear and vibrant, now falter with the passage of time. And with each fading note, Zahnish's world dims once more, threatened by the looming silence that waits beyond the horizon. Yet, in the face of adversity, hope rises like a crescendo, soaring above the din of doubt. For Zahnish's story is not one of despair, but of resilience, of community, of the unwavering belief that every melody deserves to be heard. With your help, we can ensure that Zahnish's symphony continues, that the music of her life plays on. Join us in our quest to raise funds for Zahnish's new OPUS 2 cochlear implant – a beacon of hope in a world where silence once reigned supreme. Together, let us weave a tapestry of sound, a melody of love and compassion that will echo through the halls of time. Your donation is more than just a gift – it is a promise, a promise to keep Zahnish's symphony alive, to fill her world with the songs of joy and wonder once more. Let us be the composers of her future, the maestros of her destiny. With your support, Zahnish's journey will not end in silence, but in a triumphant crescendo – a testament to the power of community, of love, of the unyielding spirit that resides within us all. Join us, and together, let us make Zahnish's symphony sing.

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💔 From Panic to Collapse — Trying to Survive

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💔 From Panic to Collapse — Trying to Survive
"وأمّا من كان له معيشة العالم، ونظر أخاه محتاجاً، وأغلق أحشاءه عنه، فكيف تثبت محبّة اللّه فيه؟". لكل حدا عم يقرأ، أنا بترجّاك تساعدني، المساعدة لو قد ما كانت قليلة رح تكون من خلالها عم تعطي حياة جديدة ليلّي محتاجها، ورح إذكرك بصلاتي تهالنعمة يلّي رح تساعدني فيها تتضاعف إلك. بتشكّركن من كل قلبي❤️ "If Anyone Has Material Possessions And Sees A Brother Or Sister In Need, But Has No Pity On Them, How Can The Love Of God Be In That Person?". To whomever is reading this, I beg you for help. The help and no matter how little it is, will be a reason to save the life of the one receiving it, as I will mention you in my prayers so this help that you gave me multiplies. I thank you from the bottom of my heart❤️. !!!!!URGENT PLEASE, JEAN IS IN NEED FOR URGENT HOSPITALIZATION AND LEGAL ASSISTANCE. FINANCIALS ARE TIGHT AND TILL DATE NO HELP WAS FOUND, PLEASE.!!!! Donations are accepted online or via Whish Money to 70169933, Thank You! 💔 I’m Struggling with Severe PTSD & Panic Disorder and Severe MDD with Sever Suicidal Thoughts — Please Help Me Find a Way Out 💔 My name is Jean, I’m 33 years old, and for the first time in my life, I am writing these words with no strength left to hide behind a smile or pretend I'm okay. For years, I’ve been suffering in silence — battling traumas, panic attacks, and a deep, persistent fear that often leaves me gasping for air, frozen in place, or even unconscious. What started as moments of panic I tried to manage privately has now taken over my life. Since January, my condition has worsened. The panic attacks come daily, without warning. My heart races, I shake uncontrollably, I lose my ability to speak or move. I often pass out, completely unaware of my surroundings. I usually hide in the bathroom so my mother and brother don’t see me like this — I didn’t want them to worry. But things have spiraled beyond what I can carry alone. What Happened I work as an insurance agent, collecting client payments and forwarding them to the two companies I work with: Solidarity Mutual Fund and Securite Assurance. On December 7, 2024, while waiting in Baabda for a client, I had a panic attack. I was disoriented and overwhelmed. In those vulnerable minutes, I was robbed. Again, on May 1, 2025, after undergoing thyroid tests and other medical procedures at St. Michel Medical Center in Dbayeh, I avoided the elevator due to anxiety and took the stairs. Halfway down, I had a sudden, violent panic attack. I lost consciousness on the staircase. Someone tried to help me — I saw a shadow — but by the time I came to and got to the street, I realized two envelopes containing insurance payments were missing. I broke down in public, completely helpless, and went home in tears, ashamed and scared. The Diagnosis I finally opened up to my doctor on June 6, 2025, and told him everything. He prescribed Alprox 0.5mg to help with the episodes, and urged me to begin psychotherapy immediately. On June 11, 2025, I began therapy with Dr. Tony Sawma, a clinical psychologist who now sees me weekly. After deep evaluation, I was diagnosed with: Severe PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) Panic Disorder Suicidal Thoughts and Behaviors These are not just labels. They mean I: Experience intense flashbacks and terrifying memories Avoid people, public spaces, and even daylight at times Can suddenly collapse, shake, cry, or become paralyzed by fear Live with a constant sense of danger, guilt, and shame Struggle with insomnia, digestive issues, and chronic exhaustion Often feel like I am not going to survive another week Therapy is helping, but this is a long, slow journey — and while I fight for my mental health, my financial crisis has exploded. Why I’m Asking for Help Due to the robberies during my panic episodes, I fell behind on client payments. I tried to explain to the insurance companies. I asked for time. Solidarity Mutual Fund eventually put all my policies on hold Securite Assurance hired a lawyer, Edgard Hayeck, who is now pursuing legal action against me I owe: $6,200 to Securite Assurance $6,050 to Solidarity Mutual Fund I’ve contacted several lawyers, but no one has responded. I don’t have the resources or mental strength to fight this battle alone anymore. That’s why I am writing this with shame, fear, and a final hope: that someone will see me, hear me, and help. How You Can Help If you can support me with any amount, it will help me: Pay back these dues before legal action escalates Continue my weekly therapy Buy my medication Focus on healing without the constant threat of collapse I’m ready to share medical reports, receipts, or speak to any lawyer who is willing to help me legally. Please contact me at 81901751 if you can assist or guide me, as you can donate via whish Money App to the number 70169933. Final Words I need urgent hospitalization for a Server MDD (Major-Depressive-Disorder) with Severe suicidal thoughts, my insurance does not cover this case and I don't know how much it cost in Cash with treatments, and I can't afford. I’m not okay. I’m not stable. But I’m trying. I’m going to therapy. I’m following my doctor’s orders. And I’m asking — please, if you’ve ever known what it feels like to be completely lost, help me find a light in this darkness. With honesty and all my heart, Jean

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