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 Prahlad Singh, and I am writing to you as a father who is holding onto hope, faith, and the kindness of people like you. My only child, Atul, just 11 years old, is fighting the most painful battle of his life— Blood Cancer.

Two years ago, our world shattered when Atul was diagnosed with this cruel illness. Since then, he has undergone countless tests, treatments, and hospital stays. Watching him endure such immense pain and uncertainty, while still trying to smile through it, has been the most heart-wrenching experience of my life. Despite everything, Atul continues to fight bravely. His courage inspires me, but as a father, it breaks me that I am unable to shield him from this suffering.

I am a simple farmer, earning a meager ₹10,000–12,000 a month. My income is just enough to cover our basic needs, and I have already exhausted everything I had to keep Atul’s treatment going. Now, the doctors have informed us that he needs advanced treatments to survive, which will cost ₹15 lakh. This amount is far beyond what I could ever hope to arrange on my own.

Atul is not just my son; he is my whole world, my reason to wake up each day, and my biggest dream. He is the light of our home and the only child we have. My wife and I have dreamed of seeing him grow up, go to school, and live a life full of joy and possibilities. But today, all we want is to save his life.

As a parent, there is no greater pain than feeling powerless when your child’s life is at risk. I wake up every day wishing I could do more for him, praying for a miracle. I am not a man of many means, but I am holding onto hope that the goodness in this world can help save my son.

Your support, your prayers, and your kindness could be that miracle for Atul. I am humbly asking you to open your heart and stand with us in this time of need. Atul’s fight is far from over, but with your help, we can give him the chance to win it.

From the depths of my heart, I thank you for taking the time to read our story and for keeping my son in your thoughts and prayers. Your compassion gives us strength in this darkest hour.

My name is Puran Singh, and I reach out to you with a heavy heart, seeking your support for my beloved daughter, Arushi.

Arushi, my little angel, is only three years old, yet she faces a battle far beyond her tender years. She has been diagnosed with blood cancer, a diagnosis that has shattered our world into a million irreparable pieces. But the cruelty of fate does not end there – a lump has been discovered in her stomach, compounding our fears and deepening the shadows that loom over our lives.

As a father, it pains me beyond measure to see my precious daughter suffer, to witness the light fading from her eyes as she fights a battle she should never have to face. Every moment is a torment, every breath a reminder of the fragility of life and the mercilessness of fate. Yet, amidst the darkness that threatens to engulf us, there remains a glimmer of hope – the hope that with your support, we can defy the odds and give Arushi the chance to live a life free from pain and fear.

I am a humble labourer, earning a modest income that barely sustains my family’s basic needs. The burden of medical expenses weighs heavily upon us, threatening to crush us beneath its unforgiving weight. But even in the face of overwhelming adversity, I refuse to surrender to despair. I refuse to accept defeat without a fight.

I do not come to you seeking charity, but rather, I appeal to your humanity, to the compassion that resides within each of us. I ask for your support, not out of obligation, but out of a shared belief in the sanctity of life and the power of collective kindness.

Every word of encouragement, every prayer whispered in the darkness, is a beacon of hope that guides us through the storm. Your empathy is a lifeline that sustains us, a reminder that we are not alone in this harrowing journey.

If you find it in your heart to stand with us, to lend us your strength and support in our darkest hour, I will be forever grateful. Your presence, your unwavering solidarity, will be our greatest comfort as we navigate the treacherous waters that lie ahead.

Thank you for taking the time to read my plea, to listen to the silent cries of a father fighting for his daughter’s survival. May your kindness echo across the universe, bringing solace to those who find themselves adrift in the sea of despair.

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.

My name is Rakesh Pandit, and I am reaching out to you with a heart full of hope, seeking help for my son, Ankush Kumar, who is just 3 years old.

Our world changed forever when we found out a year ago that Ankush was diagnosed with blood cancer. As a parent, nothing could have prepared me for the shock and pain of hearing that my little boy was fighting such a severe illness. Since then, my family and I have done everything we can to give him the best treatment possible, but it has become an overwhelming journey.

We come from a small village called Laxmi Pur in the Moti Hari district of Bihar. I work as a laborer in a factory, earning between 10,000 and 15,000 rupees a month, and though we live a simple life, every rupee we saved went into his treatment. The cost of Ankush’s medical care has been tremendous, and while we have tried everything within our means, we are now at a point where we can no longer afford the rising expenses on our own.

Ankush is a brave little soul who is full of life despite the hardships he faces daily. Each trip to the hospital, each chemotherapy session, and each test drains him physically, yet he still manages to smile. But the fight is taking a toll on him, and doctors have told us that without continued and immediate treatment, his condition could worsen rapidly.

With every ounce of strength I have as a father, I am fighting for Ankush’s life, but the reality is that I am unable to do this alone. This letter is my humble plea for support, as I struggle to provide my son with the care he needs. The possibility of losing him is something I cannot bear, and I am reaching out to you and to anyone who might help us in this desperate time.

If you find it in your heart to help us in any way, be it through support, prayers, or even by sharing our story, it would mean the world to my family and me. Ankush has his whole life ahead of him, a life filled with dreams and endless possibilities, and I want nothing more than to see him live it.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading our story and for any help you can extend to us in this difficult time.

Meet Kabir,

                     A 1 year and 8 months old little warrior battling against a formidable enemy – Retinoblastoma, a cruel form of eye cancer. As a father, I, Akash, am reaching out to you with a plea for urgent help. Our precious Kabir is fighting for his life, and we are desperate to give him the treatment he needs.