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Subject : collecting money for my father's emergency operation in his head
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USD 1,699 / $2,513
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Vetted by @el-shab-hussein
I am raising funds to support my elderly parents who are currently living in extremely difficult condition… Mohammed H needs your support f
Urgent Appeal for My Father’s Life 💔
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart, please do not scroll past my father’s suffering.
My father was seriously injured in the head after a nearby bombardment. The injury is severe, and his condition is getting worse. Doctors have told us that he urgently needs surgery as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration and potentially save his life.
We are devastated and completely unable to afford the cost of the operation. The surgery costs $1,200. So far, we have managed to collect $386, but there is still $814 remaining, and we must raise it as quickly as possible before it is too late.
Every moment we wait puts my father at greater risk.
This appeal was originally posted on 30 May 2026, and we are still urgently continuing our effort to gather the remaining amount.
Please, I am pleading with you. If you can donate, no matter how small the amount, you could help save my father’s life. If you cannot donate, please share this appeal with others. Every share may reach someone who can help.
I cannot bear the thought of losing my father because we could not gather the money for his treatment in time. Watching him suffer while feeling helpless is a pain I cannot describe.
Please, help us give him a chance to survive and recover.
Headline: A Cry for Help from Gaza — Please Don't Look Away 🇵🇸
This is Mohmd Hlywat (Vetted #475). I am appealing to your humanity to help save my family (my father, my brother, and myself) from the severe famine and ongoing danger in Gaza. After losing my mother and older brother, keeping them safe is my only goal.
Life here has become a relentless struggle just to stay alive. Prices in Gaza have skyrocketed to insane levels, and our basic right to clean water or a simple meal now costs amounts we cannot afford. We are living in an unsanitary environment, facing the daily risk of diseases, contamination, and a severe lack of basic hygiene supplies or medicine.My father is deeply suffering under these harsh conditions. My brother and I are doing everything we can to keep him safe and healthy, but we are completely helpless without your support. Your donations are not just numbers; they represent our next meal and the clean bottle of water that keeps sickness away from us. Please, do not leave us alone in this fight for survival
Please consider donating even a small amount to help us buy food and survive these harsh conditions.
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Help support Mohmd Hlywat by donating or sharing with your friends.
Why are you letting us down? No one has donated yet. We need $200 to buy food and clean water. Are you waiting for us to die? Donate and save us from malnutrition! Please, please don't make me lose hope in you. Every day I feel like I'm losing weight. Please donate, please donate! 😭💔
Please, we urgently need 700 euros for my nephew's emergency surgery. 💔 His health has deteriorated drastically; he is now in a coma and unconscious, and he is suffering greatly. Time is running out, and every moment is crucial for him.
My nephew is his parents' only child. He lost his father in this genocide in the Gaza Strip and suffered many traumas in this war. Please don't leave him alone. Donate for his operation. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
20 euros have been raised out of the 700 euros needed. He still needs 680 euros for his nephew's surgery urgently before anything bad happens to him. Donate, donate, save a child's life!
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
Guys, someone donated 10 euros, but we still need 670 euros for my nephew's urgent surgery. Please don't let me lose hope. My hope is in you. Save us! Save my nephew before he dies! Please donate! Donate! Don't ignore me! I'm begging you! Donate! 😭😭💔
My friends, one of you donated 50 euros, but we still need 620 euros. Please, keep donating. So that we can have my nephew's surgery quickly and without delay? Please, I beg you, don't let us lose hope. Save my nephew's life! Donate, donate! 😭💔
Guys, we still need your help. No one has donated yet. Our goal remains the same. When will your hearts soften? All I'm asking is to save my nephew. I don't want him to die. Donate, donate. I don't want to suddenly have to tell you that my nephew has passed away. Please, we don't want to get to that point. My nephew's condition is critical. Donate, donate. 💔😭
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post about my nephew, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
Guys, my nephew's surgery is in 16 hours, and we desperately need your help. We need 450 euros. Please, don't leave me alone. Save me! Donate, donate! Don't leave me alone in this world suffering from this genocide. Be with me! Donate, donate!💔😭
Guys, I'm saying it again, my nephew's surgery is in 14 hours, and we desperately need your help. Please, please don't leave me alone. Save me! Donate, donate! Don't leave me alone in this world suffering from this genocide. Please support me! Please donate, donate!💔😭
Oh God, oh God, time is running out and we still need 420 euros. Please, please stand by me, don't ignore me. Tell me the world still stands with me, helps me survive, gives me hope despite the genocide we are living through. Please, all I ask is to save my nephew. Please donate, donate!💔😭
Oh my God, time is running out and we haven't reached our goal yet. There are only 11 hours left. Please, please, we still need 400 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep, I really can't. I keep wondering if I'll be able to get my nephew the operation. Please, I don't want to lose him. Donate, donate! 😭💔
Guys, there are only 9 hours left, but we still need 350 euros. Please, don't let me down. Please donate! I don't want to lose hope. Please support me to save my nephew. Please, I don't want anything bad to happen to him. Time is running out. Donate, donate!💔😭
Oh my God, oh my God, guys, I can't sleep. The worry is killing me. We still need 350 euros for the operation, and there are only 7 hours left. Please, please look at me with compassion and help me. Donate to me, donate, donate! Please donate! Don't let me lose hope. I have great faith in you. Please save us! Donate, donate! 💔😭
Unfortunately, we were unable to perform my nephew's surgery today, and it has been postponed until tomorrow. We still need €330 to proceed with the operation. Please, my nephew's condition is very serious. Please, please donate. Don't let me down. Please donate!😭💔
Guys, I'm saying it again, my nephew's operation is in 16 hours, and we desperately need your help. We still need 320 euros. Please, please don't leave me alone. Please save me! Donate, donate! Don't leave me alone in this world suffering from this genocide. Please support me! Please donate, donate!😭💔
Please, please, we still need 320 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep, I really can't. I keep wondering if I'll be able to afford the operation. Please, don't let me lose hope. Please help me. Tell me there's someone who's standing with me and helping me. I don't want to lose that person. Donate, donate! 😭💔
Will you let another day pass without my nephew's surgery? We still need 300 euros for the operation. Please, please, your silence could kill my nephew. Don't let me lose hope. I have great faith in you, and you can do it. Please, I beg you, save us! Donate, donate! I haven't slept since yesterday, wondering if I'll be able to get my nephew's surgery or not. Please donate, donate! 😭💔
The operation has been postponed again! I swear we still need 270 euros. Please, guys, don't let us down again. This is the second time my nephew's operation has been postponed. Please don't make me lose hope in you. You are my hope. Tell me the world is still on my side. Please, please don't let anything bad happen to my nephew. Donate, donate! 😭😭💔
Guys, guys, there are only 10 hours left until the operation. We still need 250 euros. Please don't let me down. Please save my orphaned nephew who lost his parents in this genocide. Please, please tell me there's still hope and help me save my nephew. Please donate, please donate. 💔💔😭
Oh God, oh God, no one has donated yet! Time is running out and we still need 250 euros. Please, please support me, don't ignore me. Tell me the world still stands with me, helps me survive, gives me hope despite the genocide we are living through. Please, all I ask is to save my nephew. Please donate, donate!
One person donated 10 euros and we still need 240 euros. Please, why is everyone ignoring me when I desperately need your help? There are only 8 hours left. Please save my nephew. Donate, donate! I can't sleep, I can't sleep thinking about saving my nephew and his operation. Donate! 😭💔
Oh my God, oh my God! There are only 6 hours left until my nephew's surgery and we still need 200 euros. Please, someone help us! Please, please don't let us down! We don't want to miss another day and miss the surgery for my nephew. Please, today is the last day, we only need 200 euros. Donate, donate! 💔😭😭
Oh my God, my wife has completely lost consciousness. Her health is deteriorating due to lack of treatment. We are living through catastrophic conditions due to the war and the blockade. 😭
We are suffering from a severe shortage of food and medicine; we are suffering from acute malnutrition.
My wife is four months pregnant. Due to lack of food and medicine, she has completely lost consciousness. Her life and the baby's are in danger, and I am helpless to do anything for her.
I feel like I am going to die. We are living in hell because of the war. I don't want to lose my wife. My wife needs treatment as soon as possible to save her life and the life of her unborn child. Please help me, don't leave me alone in this cruel world.
I ask for your help with a heart filled with sorrow, loss, and pain. I lost my mother and older brother in this war.
Therefore, I am asking for your help and compassion to save my wife's life. Is there anyone who can save my wife? We urgently need a course of treatment costing 450 euros to improve her condition.
Please donate whatever you can urgently !!! They only need €450 euros !! If 45 people who saw this donated only €10, they can save his wife! Do something, please!
My wife is fighting for her life. We must secure treatment now, or we will lose her. Please, I am suffering. I cannot bear to see my wife dying before my eyes and I am powerless to do anything for her. Please do something! Donate, donate to save her and provide treatment now! 😭
My wife's health is deteriorating due to lack of treatment. Please help me quickly! Help me before it's too late! My wife is dying. We urgently need 326 € (medical assistance). Please help me! Don't leave me alone! I die a hundred times a day! I am helpless! Please do something! 😭
If anything bad happens to my wife or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me. Please donate before it's too late.
Please Stand With Me, Please Help me, Don't Leave Me Alone, My wife urgently needs treatment; her condition is worsening due to a lack of medication. 😭
Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.
Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.
We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.
Every morning, Adam and Habiba dream of going to school, but due to serious financial difficulties, I can no longer afford their education.
Education is their only hope for a better future. Any support or even sharing this message could help keep their dreams alive.
Thank you for caring 🤍
Help Aya’s Family in Gaza
Hello. I am Halina, a friend of Aya in the United Sta… Halina Kraft needs your support for Shelter and Hop
I am a father of two children 👨👧👦 from Gaza 🇵🇸, currently living through extremely difficult humanitarian conditions after losing my home due to the war 💔, and I am now displaced far from my original place of residence.
Life here is filled with daily challenges 😔, especially when it comes to providing basic needs such as food 🍞, water 💧, and care for my children.
My children are everything I have in this life ❤️, and I am doing my best to provide them with the minimum level of safety and food, but the current situation is very hard, and sometimes I cannot even provide them with a proper meal during the day 🍽️.
I also want to be able to provide my children with their school needs 🎒, such as supplies, stationery ✏️, and basic materials that help them continue their education despite the difficult conditions 📚.
I am only writing this because I have reached a point where I can no longer manage on my own 😞. Therefore, I am asking for help from anyone who is able to support, even with a small amount 💵, as it may help feed my children or ease part of our suffering.
Every contribution, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives 🌱. And if you are unable to help financially, sharing this post 📢 could reach someone who can, and that would also be a great support for us.
I still believe there are kind hearts 🤍 that can help in times of need.
Thank you to everyone who read this post 🙏, and thank you to everyone who helps or shares the message.🥹👨👩👧👦
💔 I am a father of five, and I live with my wife and children in extremely harsh conditions. We are seven people trying to survive day after day amidst the ongoing war in Gaza.
Hussam is a father, a husband and a survivor.
🏕️ Many people think the war is over, but for us, it hasn't. It may have disappeared from the news screens, but the truth is that the danger persists, displacement and forced migration are still a part of our lives, and fear is our constant companion.
👨👩👧👦 I cannot go to work or provide for my family's needs because I stay in the tent to protect and care for my children in these difficult circumstances.
🍼 My youngest daughter desperately needs milk. 👶 She also needs diapers and clothes. 💔 I am unable to provide these basic necessities for her.
🙏 I am writing these words and appealing to anyone who can help. Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in my children's lives and give us hope during these difficult times.
🌍 If you are unable to donate, sharing this post may help our story reach people who can help.
🤲 We ask for nothing more than the opportunity to live with dignity and provide for our children's basic needs.
❤️ A heartfelt thank you to everyone who reads, shares, or offers any kind of support. Every little bit of help means the world to us.
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
Summary: You’re a new ED doctor who wears a fake wedding ring to keep patients from flirting, but your observant colleague Jack notices and wants more.
A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts, I've been sick. This work is all mine, and proofread by Grammarly.
Masterlist
No two days in the emergency department were ever the same.
Some nights were quiet, with only a couple of patients coming in with fevers or coughs. Other nights were utterly chaotic, ambulances rolling in back-to-back, alarms blaring, doctors and nurses moving like a storm through the hallways.
But one thing never seemed to change: the patients who thought the emergency department was the perfect place to find a date.
You learned that lesson after just a week of working in the ED.
It didn’t matter if someone had a broken arm or had suffered a heart attack; some men still found the energy to wink, grin, or make comments that made your skin crawl while you were trying to work. Sometimes it was harmless. Most of the time, it wasn’t. And there was no running away when you were their doctor.
So you developed a plan.
When you transferred to PTMC and started working the night shift, the solution became routine. You weren’t married. But a simple ring on your finger changed everything.
It wasn’t flashy, just a simple silver brand that lived on your left hand whenever you had to work a shift. Most people assumed it was a wedding ring from a happy marriage, and you let them think that. In reality, it had cost ten dollars from an online store.
But it worked.
Some patients would never see you as their doctor, someone who had spent years in med school at the top of their class. Instead, they only saw a pretty woman standing close enough to flirt with.
However, when was there a ring on your finger? Suddenly, you were someone’s wife.
So the comments stopped. The winks. The “you got a boyfriend?” question. Everything disappeared. Apparently, being someone’s wife made you off-limits in a way that simply saying no never did. Like you were someone else’s property, it made them hesitate. Stupid, but the logic worked, so the ring stayed.
If any of your new co-workers noticed it, they never mentioned it or just assumed the obvious. Except Jack.
Jack Abbot noticed everything around him.
It was a habit from years as an army medic and now attending in one of the busiest emergency departments in the city. Jack didn’t just see charts and symptoms. He saw the small things, the way someone held their shoulder, the slight limp in their step, the tremor in their hand.
And he noticed your ring. Not only because he was staring, but also because it was always there. You had a habit of twisting it when charting. It tapped against the counter when you were thinking. It left a bump under your gloves. It was a small detail, but Jack’s brain catalogued it anyway.
You were still new, and the few details that Jack knew about you had him intrigued: married, new to the hospital and worked well under pressure. And then there was something else he couldn't quite place, the pull he felt towards you.
This night shift had started like any other, chaos in bursts but slowed at times. You were tucked into your usual rhythm, moving between patients, checking vitals and charting.
It wasn’t until the trauma phone went off that it paused your movements.
“Level two trauma, motor vehicle collision," Lena shouted as she answered the call. “Five minutes out.”
Your adrenaline spiked, and Jack was already moving, tablet in one hand, gloves snapping as he prepped for the incoming patient. You were paired on this trauma together, moving almost instinctively as a team.
The patient arrived bloodied, unconscious, and chest rattling with each forced breath. You slid the IV line into the patient’s arm while Jack called out instructions for the rest of the team.
Jack’s eyes were everywhere at once, vitals, monitors, and the team's movement, but his gaze happened to flick across your hand. And that's when he noticed. Your ring. It wasn’t there.
A small detail that others would have overlooked, but made him pause for a fraction of a second. A movement he couldn't afford in a place like this. He didn’t realize until now how much he had noticed it, how automatic it was to look at you during shifts and see that silver band wrapped around your finger. Tonight, it was nowhere to be found.
Jack quickly turned his focus back on the patient, but the details lingered in his mind.
Minutes passed in a blur of intubation, transfusion, chest compressions, and desperate interventions. Despite the skill and precision of the team, the injuries were too severe.
The patient coded. The monitor went flat. Time of death was announced.
You stepped back, heart sinking, and Jack’s hand went to your shoulder, not to blame, but to ground you as the weight of loss pressed down on the team. Sometimes, despite doing everything right, it wasn’t enough.
By the end of the shift, the ED was quieter than usual. The hum of machines, the footsteps of staff cleaning up, and the weight of loss hung heavy in the air. Jack glanced at you while filling the final chart, noticing that your finger remained bare.
“Are you going out too?” He asked. Shen had suggested that everyone go out for a drink to cope, and no one seemed to argue.
“Yeah… I could really use a drink.” Your hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.
Jack’s gaze lingered on you, a mixture of concern and something softer, harder to define. “Yeah… me too,” he muttered. The unspoken weight between you decided for you.
There was a bar a few blocks down from the hospital where everyone gathered after shifts. It was louder than usual for a weekday, the low thrum of music and conversation filling up the air. It had discounted drinks and dim lighting, a place where no one asked the doctors or nurses what had just happened when it looked like they had been through hell.
Jack was sitting in a booth near the back with John, nursing a half-finished beer. His scrubs had been swapped for a dark jacket, but exhaustion still lined his face.
John exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. “Hell of a shift.”
Jack nodded once, staring at the condensation on his bottle. “Yeah.” Silence followed, heavy but not awkward. The burden of the night weighed on him.
His eyes drifted across the bar and landed on you. You were on a stool near the counter, chatting with one of the nurses, a drink in hand. Your laugh was softer than usual, slower, the kind that came from alcohol loosening the edges of the hard night.
His gaze dropped to your hand once again.
Still no ring.
“Hey,” John said, standing and grabbing his empty bottle. “I’m getting another. Want one?”
Jack lifted his bottle slightly. “I’m good.”
John nodded and disappeared into the crowd.
Jack leaned back in the booth, letting his eyes wander again. They found you on your way over, movement slightly unsteady, yet deliberate.
“Hey, Doc,” you muttered, sliding into the seat across from him, sighing softly as your forearms rested on the table.
“You okay?” he asked immediately. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to see his coworkers like this after a shift, but he still wondered if this was normal for you.
You huffed out a small laugh that didn’t sound very amused. “Define okay.”
Jack didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied you, the tired eyes, the way your shoulders slumped, the weight of the night still sitting on you.
“Rough one,” he said finally.
Your gaze dropped to the table. “Yeah.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the bar filled the silence.
“I kinda like this part,” you admitted quietly.
Jack tilted his head slightly. “The bar?”
You shrugged, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger. “Yeah… not why we’re here, exactly. But the team gets together. Feels… lighter. Less like you’re carrying it alone.”
He softened. He’d seen too many new doctors burn out trying to carry everything. He understood.
“At my last hospital,” you continued, your voice a little looser from the alcohol. “Everyone just… went home. Pretended nothing happened. But here you guys carry the wins and the losses together.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It helps.”
You nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took another sip. Even in your tiredness, there was a warmth to you now.
For a second, Jack just studied you again. The way the tension slowly left your posture. The way you still looked tired but lighter now that the shift was behind you.
Then his eyes drifted back down to your hand. Bare,
He hesitated before speaking. “So… everything alright at home?”
You blinked up at him. “At home?”
Jack nodded subtly toward your hand. “You usually wear a ring.”
You stared at him, surprised. Then laughed, soft, tipsy, a little embarrassed. “Oh my god… alright, I’ll let you in on a secret.”
Jack’s brow lifted.
“What?”
You held up your hand, wiggling your fingers slightly.
“It’s fake,” You leaned back in the booth a little, clearly amused.
“…Your ring is fake?”
You nodded, taking another sip of your drink before explaining. “Patients, some of them get… handys. Especially at night. You say no, you ignore them, but it doesn't always work.”
Jack’s jaw tightened slightly. Yeah. He’d seen that.
“So I bought a ring,” you continued, tapping your bare finger. “Ten dollars online. Suddenly, I’m someone’s wife. The flirting stops. It’s like magic. Stupid, but it works.”
Jack studied you quietly for a moment. It wasn’t the confession itself that caught his attention; it was the way you said it so casually, as you’d simply adapted to the world instead of letting it push you out of a job you clearly loved.
“That’s… actually pretty clever,” he admitted.
You grinned. “Right?”
Jack’s gaze lingered, softer now. “So the husband doesn’t exist.”
“Nope.”
Jack smiled into his drink, a warmth threading through him. Somehow, hearing this made him admire you more.
“Well,” he said casually, taking another sip of his beer, “if you’re going to invent a husband…”
You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by where this was going.
“…you should at least give the guy a decent name.”
You laughed softly. “Oh yeah?” you asked. “What would you name him then?”
Jack pretended to think about it for a moment, leaning back in the booth.
“Hm.”
Your eyes narrowed playfully. His gaze met yours, something teasing sparking there.
“Jack,” he said.
You blinked.
“Jack?”
He shrugged lightly, a small grin forming.
“Sounds reasonable.”
You stared at him for a second before laughing, the sound warmer this time.
“Wow,” you said. “That’s bold.”
Jack lifted his bottle slightly, clearly enjoying himself now.
“Just saying,” he replied. “If you’re going to make up a fake husband, you might as well pick a good one.”
You shook your head, still smiling into your drink.
“Careful, Abbot,” you said lightly. “People might start to think you’re volunteering.”
Jack’s eyes stayed on you a moment longer than necessary.
“Would that be so bad?” he asked quietly.
The question hung between you for a beat before the noise of the bar swallowed it again.
The next shift felt strangely normal after the night before.
Did you drunkenly flirt with a fellow attending? Yes, but did you regret it? Nope.
The ED hummed with its usual controlled chaos; it almost felt strange that the world kept moving after a shift like that. You were currently charting at the nurses’ station, twisting the silver band on your finger without really thinking about it.
“Nice to see your husband’s back.”
You looked up. Jack was leaning against the counter across from you, tablet tucked under his arm, the corner of his mouth curved in that quiet, knowing smile.
“Oh my god,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Are you really going to start with that today?”
“Of course,” he said, a small, confident grin tugging at his lips. “I’m hoping to get an audition to play him.”
You blinked at him, half amused, half exasperated.
“What?” you said, lifting an eyebrow.
“If you’re going to invent a husband,” he continued, voice low and teasing, “someone has to audition for the role. And I think I’d be perfect.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, maybe,” he admitted, “ but if I'm going to audition for the role properly.. I should probably take my lovely wife out… maybe for dinner or coffee sometime. To make sure I'm playing the part right.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the smoothness of it. “Jack Abbot, are you asking me out on a date?
Jack’s grin widened, confident but teasing. “Call it a test run. Coffee after shift, and I can show you my best husband skills.”
You felt a blush creep up your neck and laughed softly, shaking your head. “I… Yes, that sounds perfect.”
“Good, I’ll see you later, wifey.” With that, Jack left the nurses' station, heading into a patient room.
Your chest tightened, heart beating faster. Somehow, the chaos of the ED and the fake ring felt far away. Jack Abbot had made something pretend feel achingly real.
If my mother dies, please remember that this cry for help was seen and ignored.
Her condition is getting worse with every passing minute, and we are running out of time.
Just $10 from 50 people could give her another chance to live.
I’m begging you… don’t scroll past our pain as if it means nothing.
A small donation or even sharing this post could reach someone able to save her life.
Please donate to this family if you have any means to at all, anything you can give will make an impact and is absolutely worth it even if you can only afford to contribute a small amount, and be sure to reblog this post using tags so it can be seen by more people and donations can keep coming in consistently!
Subject : collecting money for my father's emergency operation in his head
Current process :
USD 1,313 / $2,513
Vetted by @sar-soor
Vetted by @opencommunion
Vetted by @el-shab-hussein
I am raising funds to support my elderly parents who are currently living in extremely difficult condition… Mohammed H needs your support f
Urgent Appeal for My Father’s Life 💔
I am begging you from the bottom of my heart, please do not scroll past my father’s suffering.
Yesterday, my father was seriously injured in the head after a nearby bombardment. The injury is severe, and his condition is getting worse. Doctors have told us that he urgently needs surgery as soon as possible to prevent further deterioration and potentially save his life.
We are devastated and completely unable to afford the cost of the operation. The surgery costs $1,200, and every moment we wait puts my father at greater risk.
Please, I am pleading with you. If you can donate, no matter how small the amount, you could help save my father’s life. If you cannot donate, please share this appeal with others. Every share may reach someone who can help.
I cannot bear the thought of losing my father because we could not gather the money for his treatment in time. Watching him suffer while feeling helpless is a pain I cannot describe.
Please, help us give him a chance to survive and recover.
