Even Our Ancestors Sang Popipo

even our ancestors sang Popipo

We are drowning in bills, eating is practically a luxury, and my health has been deteriorating rapidly.

Everything has gone from bad to worse, my lungs are compromised for not being able to have my treatment as indicated by my doctor After my last check-up, my doctor says that the hopes of a recovery are nil because I am not complying with the treatment as indicated.

Respiratory crises are becoming more frequent.

I need medication for life to prevent my lungs from collapsing, this implies permanent treatment with steroids, oxygen therapy, control of oxygen in the blood and antibiotics to prevent the development of bacteria in the lungs.

I'm afraid I have to insist on this because it may be the only way to get my treatment.

I need medication for life to keep my lungs from collapsing, this costs around $700 per month.

Things are really tough on me,I can’t afford. Please donate🖤

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A Mother's Cry from Gaza: From the Heart of Fear and Suffering😞🍉

Hello, I am Inas, a mother of five children from Gaza. We fled our home with nothing—no clothes, no safety—escaping the tanks in front of us. My husband was hit by a bomb, and now he lies wounded, needing surgery to remove the shrapnel that threatens his life.

My son Musab had just finished high school before the war, dreaming of entering engineering, but fate has forced him to search for food for us among the ruins. My younger children, who were once dedicated to their studies, now carry water that is heavier than they are, just to survive.

My little daughter Rimas fell ill due to malnutrition and spent time in the hospital. I lost my father in this cursed war, and I have become the sole provider for my children. I would never ask for help if it weren’t for the overwhelming fear I have for my children, a mother desperate to bring them to safety, but I have no means to do so.

My children are terrified to leave the tent. Every time they remember passing in front of tanks and fires, fear grips them. Our home, which took me years to build, is now completely destroyed.

Today, I reach out to you with a broken heart, pleading for help from anyone who can assist us. We need support to cover my husband’s surgery, provide food and treatment for my children. Every donation, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. This is not just financial aid; it's a chance to restore hope to a family shattered by war.

Please donate to save my family and give my children the chance for a safe life and a better future.🙏

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But now, in a tent and an unclean life, we are cheating and dying

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #124 )

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