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.

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.