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.