I write this with a heavy heart and trembling hands, as a father who is desperately trying to save his little son’s life. My name is Mahendra Ram, and my 4-year-old son, Rudra Kumar, is battling a cruel disease—eye cancer. He is currently undergoing treatment at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), but his condition is deteriorating fast, and we are struggling to provide him with the care he urgently needs.

Until recently, I worked as a daily wage laborer in Bichkila, a small village in Chatra district, Jharkhand, earning barely enough to take care of my family’s basic needs. But when Rudra was diagnosed with cancer, everything changed. Frequent hospital visits, expensive tests, and endless treatments made it impossible for me to continue working. I had no choice but to leave my job to be by my son’s side, as he fights this painful battle. My wife, a homemaker, is equally devastated, and we now find ourselves living in a small jhuggi near AIIMS, struggling every day just to get by.

Rudra is too young to understand why he is suffering, why he can no longer see the world clearly, or why he has to endure painful treatments instead of playing like other children his age. Our heartbreak deepened when cancer took away the vision in Rudra’s right eye. Now, his left eye is at risk, and every passing day feels like a race against time. Every time he cries out in pain, every time he asks us to take him home, my heart shatters into pieces. As parents, we feel utterly helpless watching our baby boy go through this nightmare.

The doctors have told us that immediate and continuous treatment is our only hope of saving Rudra’s vision—and his life. Chemotherapy, medications, and ongoing care are essential, but the cost is far beyond what we can afford. We are completely drained, financially and emotionally, and we fear that without help, we may lose our precious son.

I never imagined that one day I would have to ask strangers for help. But as a father, I will do whatever it takes to save my child. Today, I am reaching out with a humble plea—please help us give Rudra a chance to live.

Your support, prayers, and kindness could mean the difference between life and loss for our family. Please keep Rudra in your thoughts, and if there is any way you can help, we would be forever grateful.

Thank you for reading our story and for standing with us in this heartbreaking time.

As I write this, my heart feels heavy with the weight of my struggles, yet it is also filled with a glimmer of hope that someone out there may hear my plea and understand the pain I carry as a mother. As a mother I am reaching out to you in desperation for guidance or support for my son, Rohan Singh.

Rohan is my entire world. He is just 7 years old but has faced more pain and suffering than most do in a lifetime. My little boy has been diagnosed with blood cancer, a cruel disease that has turned our lives upside down. Every moment feels like a battle—a battle against time, against sickness, and against the crushing burden of helplessness.

Our story took a tragic turn on 5-Feb-2025 when my husband, Rohan’s father, lost his life in a train accident. That day shattered our lives and left us completely alone in the world. With no family to lean on and no steady income, I became Rohan’s sole guardian and provider. It has not been easy, but I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to give my son the chance to live and smile again.

We come from Agra, but we now live in a small jhuggi near the All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) in Delhi. This has become our temporary home because of Rohan’s frequent hospital visits and the need to stay close to his doctors. The space we live in is cramped, but I try to keep it as clean and comfortable as possible for him. There are nights when I lie awake worrying about how I will make it through the next day, but then I see Rohan’s face, and his smile gives me the strength to keep going.

I work as much as I can, taking up odd jobs to earn whatever little I can to pay for food, medicines, and transportation to the hospital. However, it is never enough. The cost of his treatment, along with our daily needs, is overwhelming, and there are days when I feel like I am failing him as a mother.

Rohan is so brave, much braver than me. He rarely complains, even when he is in pain. He loves to draw, and when he can muster the energy, he spends hours coloring pictures of the world he dreams of—a world full of hope, happiness, and good health.

As his mother, I am reaching out with a heavy heart, asking for guidance or help in any form. 

Every day I wake up with one wish in my heart—to see my son healthy and happy again. I refuse to give up, but I cannot do this alone. If there is any way you can help, please let me know. I am forever grateful for your time, your kindness, and your compassion.

My name is Deepak, and I am the father of a 1.6-year-old baby boy, Virat, who is battling a severe medical condition called leukocoria, commonly known as eye cancer.

Leukocoria is a rare but life-threatening disease. It manifests as a white reflection in the pupil of the eye, often noticeable in dim lighting or photographs taken with a flash. For Virat, this cruel disease has progressed rapidly, and his condition is critical. We are currently seeking treatment for him at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) in Delhi.

Our family comes from Aterna in Sardhana, Meerut, Uttar Pradesh. I used to work as a laborer, earning a modest income of ₹10,000 per month. However, due to the rigorous and ongoing nature of Virat’s treatment, I have had to leave my job. My wife, a homemaker, is doing her best to support us emotionally, but the burden is overwhelming. We now live in a small jhuggi near AIIMS, as it allows us to be close to the hospital for Virat’s constant care.

The journey so far has been unimaginably tough. Watching our little one suffer and fighting a disease he is too young to even understand breaks our hearts every moment. Despite our challenges, we are determined to do everything we can to save our baby’s life. The doctors have outlined a treatment plan, but the costs involved are far beyond our reach.

Virat is our only child, and his smile is the reason we keep going despite these hardships. However, as parents, it is devastating to feel helpless when our child’s life is at stake. With no stable source of income and mounting medical expenses, we find ourselves in an impossible situation.

We are reaching out with folded hands, seeking any possible help or support for Virat’s treatment. Every little contribution or act of kindness can bring us closer to giving him a chance at life—a life free from pain and suffering.

If you find it in your heart to assist us or connect us with individuals or organizations that can help, we would be forever grateful. Please don’t hesitate to reach out for any further details or to discuss how you might be able to support us in saving our child.

Thank you for taking the time to read our plea. Your kindness and compassion can make all the difference for Baby Virat and our family during this difficult time.

I write this with a heavy heart and trembling hands, as a father who is desperately trying to save his little daughter’s life. My name is Saransh Gupta, and my 3-year-old daughter, Niya, is battling a cruel disease—eye cancer. She is currently undergoing treatment at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), but her condition is deteriorating fast, and we are struggling to provide her with the care she urgently needs.

Until recently, I worked at a small medical shop in Sambhal, Uttar Pradesh, earning ₹10,000 a month—just enough to take care of my family’s basic needs. But when Niya was diagnosed with cancer, everything changed. Frequent hospital visits, expensive tests, and endless treatments made it impossible for me to continue working. I had no choice but to leave my job to be by my daughter’s side, as she fights this painful battle. My wife, a homemaker, is equally devastated, and we now find ourselves living in a small jhuggi near AIIMS, struggling every day just to get by.

Niya is too young to understand why she is suffering, why she can no longer see the world clearly, or why she has to endure painful treatments instead of playing like other children her age. Every time she cries out in pain, every time she asks us to take her home, my heart shatters into pieces. As parents, we feel helpless watching our baby girl go through this nightmare.

The doctors have told us that immediate and continuous treatment is our only hope of saving Niya’s vision—and her life. Chemotherapy, medications, and ongoing care are essential, but the cost is far beyond what we can afford. We are completely drained, financially and emotionally, and we fear that without help, we may lose our precious daughter.

I never imagined that one day I would have to ask strangers for help. But as a father, I will do whatever it takes to save my child. Today, I am reaching out with a humble plea—please help us give Niya a chance to live.

Your support, prayers, and kindness could mean the difference between life and loss for our family. Please keep Niya in your thoughts, and if there is any way you can help, we would be forever grateful.

Thank you for reading our story and for standing with us in this heartbreaking time.

My name is Ravi, and I am writing to you with a heavy heart as a father desperate to save his child. My 4-year-old son, Aayush, has been battling Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare and aggressive type of cancer, for the past two years. Watching my son endure this pain has been the most challenging and heartbreaking experience of my life.

It all began two years ago when Aayush’s eyes became swollen, and he complained of severe headaches and body aches. His condition worsened to the point where he couldn’t sleep and cried through the night. We rushed him to the hospital, hoping for answers, only to receive the devastating news: our little boy had a cancerous tumor.

Since his diagnosis, Aayush has undergone rounds of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. Despite the harsh treatments, his condition remains critical. Doctors have now informed us that his cancer requires immediate and advanced medical intervention, including surgery, if he is to have any chance of survival.

The total cost of his life-saving treatment is Rs. 6 lakh, an amount far beyond what my family can afford. I work as a laborer, earning a modest Rs. 12,000 per month. Over the past two years, we’ve exhausted all our savings, borrowed heavily from friends and family, and are now left with nothing.

Every day, I see the pain in Aayush’s eyes. He looks at me and asks, “Papa, when can we go home? I want to play. Why do I have to stay here? Will I be okay?” His innocent questions shatter me. I am his father, yet I feel so powerless.

Despite his suffering, Aayush has shown immense courage. He deserves a chance to grow up, to laugh, to play, and to live the life every child dreams of. But without your help, I fear I will lose him.

We need your support now more than ever. Please, help us raise the funds needed for Aayush’s treatment. No contribution is too small, and every rupee brings us closer to saving his life. If you are unable to donate, please consider sharing our plea with others who might be able to help.

From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for taking the time to read our story. Your kindness and generosity could give my son a second chance at life.

I write to you as a father seeking support for my 4-year-old son, Anand Kumar, who is fighting for his life against blood cancer. My name is Ashok Kumar, and I am a paint laborer, earning a mere ₹5,000 a month, as verified by our local panchayat and government. My wife, Kajal Kumari, is a homemaker, and together we are doing everything in our power to save our little boy.

Anand was a bright, playful child, always bringing smiles to those around him. But a few months ago, our world was turned upside down when we noticed that he was falling ill frequently, growing weaker by the day. After several hospital visits and countless tests, we received the devastating diagnosis—Anand has blood cancer.

Currently, Anand is undergoing treatment at the National Institute of Pathology (I.C.M.R). Due to his critical condition and the nature of his treatment, we had to leave our home in MIDC Satpur, Nashik, Maharashtra, and move to a small jhuggi near AIIMS, where we struggle daily to make ends meet.

Anand’s condition is deteriorating rapidly, and the doctors have advised that immediate and continuous treatment is essential to save his life. The journey ahead includes chemotherapy, intensive medical care, and costly medications. Watching my son endure the pain and discomfort of this disease is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced as a parent.

As a father, I am heartbroken. My meager earnings are barely enough to provide for basic necessities, let alone the extensive treatment Anand desperately needs. My wife and I are exhausted, both financially and emotionally, as we watch our child fight this terrible disease with a strength that belies his age.

Anand’s laughter and joy once lit up our lives, and we are determined to see him recover and live the life every child deserves. But we cannot do this alone. This is why I am reaching out to you with a humble plea for support.

Your kindness and compassion could be the lifeline that helps save Anand’s life. Whether it’s through prayers, sharing our story, or any other way of offering support, your actions can make an immense difference in giving our son a second chance at life.

Thank you for taking the time to read Anand’s story and for considering our plea. Your generosity means more to us than words can express, and with your help, we believe Anand can overcome this and grow into the strong, vibrant boy we know him to be.

My name is Monu, and I am writing to you with a heavy heart and desperate hope for help. I am a small-scale farmer, earning a modest income of ₹10,000 to ₹15,000 per month, and my wife is a homemaker. Together, we are the parents of a 1.8-year-old boy named Priyanshu, who is the light of our lives. However, a tragic accident has left our little boy fighting for his life, and we are in desperate need of help to save him.

A few days ago, Priyanshu had a terrible accident at home. He slipped and fell into a pot of hot oil, suffering severe burns all over his delicate body. We rushed him to the hospital as quickly as we could, but by the time we reached, the damage had already been done. Seeing my son in excruciating pain, his small body covered in burns, was the most heart-wrenching moment of my life.

Priyanshu’s condition is critical. The burns are severe and require urgent and intensive treatment, including surgeries, skin grafts, and specialized care. The doctors have warned us that his road to recovery will be long and painful. Every day is a struggle for him as he endures unimaginable pain, and as parents, it is agonizing to watch him suffer.

As a father, I feel completely helpless. My earnings barely cover our household expenses, and the cost of Priyanshu’s treatment is far beyond anything we could ever afford. My wife and I are shattered by the thought that we might lose our son simply because we cannot afford the care he desperately needs.

This is why I am reaching out to you with a heartfelt plea for support. Priyanshu is a bright and beautiful boy, full of life and innocence, and he deserves a chance to heal and grow. Your kindness and compassion could be the miracle we are praying for—a lifeline to help our little boy recover and live a full and happy life.

Every day, I pray for strength and hope that Priyanshu can overcome this tragedy. With the right treatment and care, I believe he can recover, but we cannot do it alone. We need the help of compassionate individuals like you to make this possible.

Please find it in your heart to support us in any way you can. Your prayers, kindness, and understanding mean the world to us. Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for considering our plea. With your help, we believe Priyanshu can heal and once again fill our home with his laughter and joy.

My name is Zafruddin, and I am writing to you with a heavy heart and desperate hope for help. I am an auto-rickshaw driver, earning a modest income of ₹10,000 to ₹15,000 per month, and I live with my family in a small jhuggi in Sangam Vihar. My wife is a homemaker, and together we are the parents of a lively and loving 3.5-year-old son, Hamza. He is the joy of our lives, but an unimaginable tragedy has turned our world upside down.

A few days ago, Hamza met with a devastating accident. He accidentally slipped into a pot of hot water at home. By the time we rushed him to the hospital, his fragile body had already sustained severe burns. Watching him scream in pain and seeing his small body covered in burns is an image that will haunt us forever.

Hamza’s condition is critical. His burns are severe, and every day is a painful struggle for him. His once bright smile and playful energy are now replaced with cries of agony and unimaginable suffering. The doctors have informed us that his treatment will be long, complex, and expensive, involving surgeries, skin grafts, and intensive care. Without immediate and proper treatment, his chances of recovery are slim.

As a father, I feel utterly helpless. My income, which barely covers our daily needs, is nowhere near enough to afford the specialized care that Hamza desperately needs. My wife and I are heartbroken by the thought that we might lose him simply because we cannot afford the cost of saving his life.

I am reaching out to you with a humble and heartfelt request. Our family needs your help to give Hamza the chance to heal and recover. Your kindness and support could be the light that guides us through this dark time and saves my son’s life.

Every day, I pray for a miracle. Hamza is a brave little boy, and I believe he has the strength to fight this, but we cannot do it alone. We need help from compassionate people like you to give him the chance to live, grow, and one day smile again.

Please consider helping us in any way you can. Whether it’s through your prayers, spreading our story, or offering support, it would mean the world to us. My family and I are deeply grateful for your time, compassion, and generosity.

Thank you for reading my plea. With your help, I hope to see my little Hamza healthy and happy again.

My name is Manoj Kumar, and I am a humble farmer earning an annual income of just ₹36,000, as verified by AIIMS Hospital. My wife, a dedicated homemaker, and We are the proud parents of a beautiful 17-month-old baby boy named Arunoday. He is the center of our world and the source of our greatest joy.

However, our little Arunoday is fighting a battle that no child should ever have to face. He has been diagnosed with a rare and life-threatening condition—eye cancer. The pain and uncertainty we are experiencing as parents are beyond words. Watching my baby suffer, knowing that his precious life hangs in the balance, is the most heart-wrenching experience I have ever faced.

Arunoday’s condition has deteriorated rapidly. His once bright and innocent eyes, which used to light up our lives, now bear the marks of this cruel disease. Every day, we see him struggling, his little body growing weaker, and our hearts shatter into a million pieces. As parents, our sole wish is to save him, to see him smile again, and to give him the chance to live a healthy and happy life.

Doctors at AIIMS have confirmed that immediate treatment is essential to save Arunoday’s life and prevent the cancer from spreading further. However, the cost of the treatment is far beyond what we could ever afford. My income, which is barely enough to sustain our simple life, is nowhere close to what is needed for the specialized care and procedures he requires.

We have tried everything within our means, but we are now left with no choice but to seek help from kind-hearted individuals like you. As a father, I am determined to do whatever it takes to save my son, but my efforts alone are not enough.

I write to you with a humble plea to consider helping us in any way you can. Your support could be the miracle we are praying for—a lifeline that gives our Arunoday a fighting chance to defeat this terrible disease and grow up to live the life he so richly deserves.

Please find it in your heart to help my little boy. We are eternally grateful for your kindness, compassion, and generosity during this unimaginably difficult time. Every small act of support, whether it is sharing our story or extending a helping hand, brings us closer to the hope of saving Arunoday.

Thank you for taking the time to read our story and for considering our plea. Your support means the world to us, and we pray that, with your help, our baby boy will have the chance to see the world and live a life filled with love and joy.

My name is Prashant, and I am writing to you in a moment of deep distress and with a heart full of hope for my son, Divyansh, who is just 1.5 years old.

A year ago, our world was shattered when we received the devastating news that our little Divyansh had been diagnosed with eye cancer. From that day forward, my wife and I have been struggling to save our precious child, doing everything we possibly can to provide him with the treatment he needs. As a parent, there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching your baby fight such a terrible illness, and every day is a new challenge for us.

We come from Bhagirathi, Delhi, where I work at a small stationary shop, earning between 10,000 and 15,000 rupees a month. Though we live simply and do our best to make ends meet, this illness has put a tremendous strain on us. We have spent everything we had and more in trying to get Divyansh the care he deserves. But now, the costs of treatment have gone far beyond what I can manage alone.

Doctors have been doing their best to treat Divyansh, but his condition is critical. The cancer is aggressive, and without continued treatment, his vision—and his life—are in grave danger. Every visit to the hospital, every treatment, every medication brings us closer to saving him, but it also brings a heavy financial burden that we are struggling to bear.

I am writing this message with a heavy heart, hoping for kindness and compassion from those who may be able to help us. As a father, I cannot express how difficult it is to see my child suffer, knowing that there is hope, yet feeling helpless because I lack the means to give him what he needs to survive. Divyansh is so young, just starting his life, and it tears me apart to think that something so cruel could take that life away before it has truly begun.

We need your help to continue fighting for Divyansh. Any support you can provide—whether it is sharing our story or helping us in any way—would bring us one step closer to saving our son’s life. Divyansh is a strong little boy, full of life and hope, and he deserves a future free of pain and fear.

I am deeply grateful for your time and consideration, and I humbly ask for your prayers and support in this fight. Together, I believe we can give Divyansh the chance to live, to grow, and to enjoy all the beautiful things life has to offer.