Im a 27 year old male. From nabatieh Lebanon. Life was going alright until 2 years ago i got diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I was hospitalized for 3 months while figuring out what made me paralyzed. And as soon as it was figured out and started treatment the war started. My family seeker refuge with relatives and months went by, the war was gone and so was my personal savings. I started looking for jobs that cater to my health condition as i had not regainer full mobility. And got a chance at a scholarship and training program that leads to good opportunities. On day 1 that i was supposed to attend the war started again. My family had nowhere to go as relatives had full houses on day 1, and rent was not easy on a family with little savings left. So we stayed in the red zone. A month into the war, it was time for my treatment, which the government had issues to a hospital in a safer area. I traveled with my father there to receive my medicine. On the way back we got news of our house getting destroyed. My mother and brother survived with some insuries while my two uncles who were staying there as well were seriously hurt. One was recovered from under the rubble and is having surgeries while the other suffered head trauma and lost some of his memories, cognitive function and motor function, slowly recovering day by day.
We traveled to a safer area seeking somewhere to stay and currently renting a place and going through what funds we had left. But it won't last long.
I won't ask for more than you can give. Nor more than what we need.
If you are unable to help and here to read , i appreciate it alot.
Anything more is something I'd live my life being grateful and thankful for.