We turn to you not just as parents, but as people who are learning—every single day—how to live on the thin line between fear and hope. Our little boy, only four years old, is facing a monster no child should ever have to fight:

neuroblastoma, stage IV. And we are begging for your help.

When Childhood Changed Forever

Until this spring, Mohammad was a healthy, joyful child. His laughter filled our home, his toys scattered across every room, his life just beginning. But in March 2025, everything changed. He began to complain of pain in his side—an ache we thought might pass, until tests and scans revealed something far more terrifying.

Doctors first suspected non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. The word “cancer” crushed us. From that day on, time seemed to stop. Every plan, every dream, every ordinary moment dissolved into fear.

A Journey for Answers

We couldn’t wait for referrals and bureaucracy. We sold what we could, borrowed from family, and took Mohammad to Turkey in desperation. It was there, after more tests, that we heard the truth—far worse than we imagined.

The diagnosis was corrected: stage IV neuroblastoma of the right adrenal gland. An aggressive cancer, fast-moving, merciless in children.

The Battle Begins

Since then, our son has endured four cycles of chemotherapy. He has already begun treatment with a modern targeted drug, clinging to strength most adults would struggle to muster. Next, he faces surgery to remove the adrenal tumor, followed by35 sessions of radiotherapy.

He is fighting with every ounce of his little body, his small hands clutching ours through each painful procedure. But he cannot do this fight alone.

The Price of Survival

There is one obstacle more cruel than cancer itself: cost.

We have spent everything—savings, belongings, anything that could be sold. We have borrowed, begged, and stretched beyond our means. But the treatment in Turkey, his only real chance, is staggering in price.

Now, we have nothing left. No money, no resources—only love for our son and the hope that someone will hear our plea.

A Child’s Stolen Childhood

Mohammad should be at home with his toys, running in the yard, chasing dreams too big for his small body. Instead, his days are filled with hospital walls, IV drips, and whispered prayers. His childhood has been brutally stolen by illness.

As parents, our only wish is simple: to give him back that chance. To see him come home. To let him live.

A Plea From the Heart

We are asking—no, we are begging—for your help. Every donation, every share of Mohammad’s story, every prayer brings us closer to saving him.

This is not just about money. It is about compassion. About giving a four-year-old boy the chance to grow up, to live the childhood that cancer tried to take away.

Please, help us keep our son’s light alive. Help us carry him back home, where he belongs—not in hospital rooms, but in the arms of those who love him.

Because no child should fight this battle alone. And with your help, Mohammad will not have to.