My name is Mr. Rudal Yadav, and I am writing this letter as a father who is going through the worst pain of his life. I belong to a small village, Dhakjari, Madhubani, Bihar – 847223, where I live with my wife, Ritu Kumari, and my two-year-old daughter, Anjali Kumari.

Anjali is the light of our home, our only child, and the reason behind every smile in our family. But today, instead of playing in our laps and enjoying her innocent childhood, she is lying in a hospital bed, suffering from a disease that no child should ever face. She has been diagnosed with eye cancer.

Her eye has swollen so badly that it breaks our heart to even look at her. Every day she cries with unbearable pain, and we feel helpless because we cannot stop her suffering. As parents, there is nothing more painful than watching your child in such agony.

The doctors advised us to come to AIIMS Hospital, Delhi, for her treatment, as the condition was very serious. We left our home and came here, hoping to save our daughter’s life. But the treatment costs are far beyond what we can afford.

I work hard every day, and my wife also tries to support me. Together, our income is just ₹15,000 per month. With this, we manage our food, rent, and daily expenses. Even after cutting down everything, we cannot arrange the huge amount needed for Anjali’s treatment.

I am writing this letter with folded hands and tears in my eyes. I am a father who only wants to save his little daughter. I am not asking for anything for myself—only for a chance for my child to live, to smile again, and to see this beautiful world.

If you could see her tiny hands holding mine in fear at the hospital, if you could hear her weak voice crying in pain, your heart would break the way mine has broken. She is just 2 years old, and life has only begun for her.

Please, I request you to come forward and stand with us in this time of need. For you, it may be a small donation, but for us, it is everything—it is hope, it is life, it is our daughter’s future.

We will forever remain grateful to every person who comes forward to save Anjali. May God bless you and your family with health and happiness.

My name is Jamir, and I am a daily-wage laborer from Bengal. I am writing this letter as a father whose heart is breaking every single day while watching his little boy, Saheb Raza, fight a battle far too big for his tiny body.

Saheb is just a small child, full of innocence and dreams, but for the past few months, he has been suffering from eye cancer. What should have been a time of playing, learning, and smiling has instead become a journey filled with hospitals, tests, medicines, and tears.

As parents, nothing prepares you to see your child in pain. Every time he goes through another test or procedure, my heart shatters, yet I try to stay strong because he looks at me with eyes that still hold hope—even though those very eyes are now battling this cruel disease.

I work as a laborer, earning barely enough to meet our daily needs. Our life was always simple, but at least it was peaceful. Since Saheb’s diagnosis, everything has changed. We have had to travel for his treatment, stay near hospitals, and somehow manage food, medicines, and other expenses, all while having almost no stable income. My wife and I are doing everything we can, but the weight of this battle grows heavier each day.

We are not asking for money or donations. What we need most is guidance, information about support programs, or even emotional strength to continue this fight for our son’s life. Sometimes a kind word, a prayer, or a small direction can give families like ours the courage to keep going when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

All I wish for as a father is to see my son healthy, smiling, and living the childhood he deserves—a childhood without pain, hospitals, or fear.

Thank you for taking the time to read our story. Your kindness, prayers, or any guidance you can offer will always be remembered by our family.

My name is Umesh Dogra, and I am a small shopkeeper from Dhameta, Tehsil Fatehpur Khas, District Kangra, Himachal Pradesh – 176025. I earn about ₹15,000 per month, which is just enough to support a simple life for my family. Today, I write to you not as a shopkeeper, but as a helpless father whose six-year-old son is battling for his life.

My son, Devansh Dogra, is only 6 years old. For the past few months, he has been suffering from blood cancer. His treatment is being carried out at the Department of Clinical Haematology, Haemato-Oncology & Bone Marrow (Stem Cell) Transplantation, Christian Medical College & Hospital (CMC), Ludhiana. The doctors there are doing their best, and we are holding on to hope with every breath.

But for a small child, this journey is unimaginably painful. Instead of spending his childhood running, playing, and going to school, Devansh spends his days in hospital wards, undergoing painful procedures, tests, and treatments. There are nights when he cannot sleep because of the pain, and nights when I cannot sleep because I feel powerless as his father.

Since his diagnosis, our lives have turned upside down. We had to leave behind the comfort of our home and community in Kangra to stay closer to the hospital. Managing expenses for food, travel, accommodation, and medicines, along with the treatment, is far beyond what I can handle with my modest income. My wife and I are trying our best to keep life moving, but the burden is crushing.

Yet, my son is a fighter. Despite the pain, he looks at me with hopeful eyes, and I cannot let him down. As a father, my only dream is to see him healthy again—back in school, back to smiling, and free from this disease.

I am not writing this letter to ask for donations. Instead, I am humbly reaching out to seek guidance, information about possible support programs, or even emotional strength from kind-hearted people like you. Sometimes a little direction, a kind word, or even prayers can give us the courage to continue this difficult journey.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter and for keeping my son, Devansh, in your thoughts and prayers. From one parent to another, I hope you can understand my pain and my hope.

My name is Banvari Bind, and I am a farmer from Village: Chakanwabad, Post: Barahata, Thana: Machhlishahr, Sub District: Machhlishahr, District: Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh. I am writing to you today not just as a villager or a worker of the soil—but as a father whose heart is breaking every day while watching his daughter fight a life-threatening illness.

My daughter, Ambika Bind, is just 9 years old. She should be spending her days playing, laughing, and learning—but instead, she is lying weak and tired, struggling every moment with a serious medical condition. Ambika has been suffering from Acute Liver Failure with Hepatic Encephalopathy for the past several months.

This condition has deeply affected her liver and has started to impact her brain. Her health keeps worsening, and we are in and out of hospitals constantly. As a father, it is painful beyond words to see her childhood being stolen like this. There are days she forgets things, days she cries in pain, and nights when I just sit silently, holding her hand, praying for a miracle.

We are trying to get her treated at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), Delhi, where doctors are helping us in every possible way. But the road ahead is long and heavy.

I earn around ₹15,000 per month from farming—just enough to run a simple village life. But staying in Delhi, away from our home, and managing Ambika’s treatment expenses, medicines, tests, transport, and daily living costs is proving to be too much.

My wife and I have left our home in the village to stay near the hospital in Delhi in a small jhuggi. Back home in Chakanwabad, our lives were already simple and modest, but at least we had a roof of our own. Now we are trying to save our daughter with the little we have.

I am not writing this letter for donations or financial help. I am only reaching out with the hope that you may be able to guide us, connect us to any assistance programs, or even share emotional strength with us. Sometimes, a small direction or a word of support can give families like ours the strength to keep going.

My daughter is fighting every day, and as her father, I refuse to give up on her. I just want her to live a normal, healthy life again—to go to school, smile without pain, and be the bright child she was before this illness took over.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter. From one human to another, I ask for your prayers and support in whatever way possible.

My name is Neeraj Kumar, a small farmer from Danpur Rasoolpur, Pihani, Hardoi, Uttar Pradesh (241406). I write to you today not just as a farmer, but as a helpless father whose son, Nitin Kumar, is bravely fighting for his life.

Nitin was born in September 2017. He is just a little boy—innocent, full of dreams, and far too young to understand the cruel disease that has taken over his body. In August 2024, our world turned upside down when he was diagnosed with Refractory Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, a dangerous form of blood cancer.

Since then, our days have been filled with endless hospital visits, painful treatments, and sleepless nights. Watching your child suffer—feeling pain in his body, fear in his eyes—is something no parent should ever experience. But we are living it every day. His treatment is being done at All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), Delhi, and the doctors have been doing their best to help him.

Due to the seriousness of his condition, we had to shift from our village to a small jhuggi (hut) near AIIMS. Leaving behind our home, land, and the little comfort we had was not easy, but we had no other choice. Nitin needs to be close to the hospital for regular care, tests, and treatment.

I earn only around ₹5,000 per month through farming, which barely covers basic needs in the village, let alone life in Delhi and the ongoing medical care of my child. We have no other stable source of income. My wife and I try to manage everything together—his care, medicines, travel, and food—but most days feel like a mountain too high to climb.

Still, I wake up every day with hope in my heart and faith in God. I believe that my son deserves a future—that he deserves to go to school, laugh with his friends, and live a life beyond hospitals and injections.

I am writing this email not to ask for donations, but with folded hands, requesting your guidance, emotional support, or any information about assistance programs for families like ours. Even a kind word, direction, or encouragement at this time would mean a lot to us.

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.