"Mother, why did my hands end up like this…?"
Those words came out of Mohammad’s mouth, tired yet powerful—like the landmine that exploded while he was playing near his tent.
In a single moment, his mother’s screams of “Mohammad! Oh God, Mohammad!” were replaced by the sounds of medical machines and the operating room...
Mohammad woke up to find one of his arms amputated, with wounds left by the explosion.
Today, Mohammad is in desperate need of our presence—to help ease his pain and support him through these difficult days, especially with his family struggling to provide even his most basic needs.
Their only hope is you and your generosity. Any donation, no matter how small, will be a lifeline for Mohammad in these tough times.
