After years lost in the darkness of prison, Sobhi emerged—worn in body, his dreams left unfinished. Just a week later, tragedy struck again: his child was killed by a remnant of war. Today, Sobhi lives with his family in two bare rooms built by kind hands—no furniture, no essentials, no income. They eat and sleep on the floor, while the weight of the past and the burden of survival press in from every side. Sobhi isn’t asking for much—just a chance to start over. Let’s be that chance.