Ahmed, a displaced father, works as a porter despite a war injury in his leg, because he has no other choice. Life blessed him with two little daughters, but fate dealt him a cruel hand when both were diagnosed with cerebral atrophy. "I can’t even afford a loaf of bread for them," he said, his eyes brimming with tears. Not because he is weak, but because he is a heartbroken father, watching his daughters suffer without the means to buy their medicine, diapers, or even milk. Ahmed’s hardship is beyond words. He does not ask for much—only for someone to recognize his pain and stand by him. Let us lighten his burden, even in the smallest way. Your support can bring him hope in his darkest days