This is my story, dear son

Funding:
Year: 2019
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Yes, I know. This world is cruel. But was it meant to be that much cruel?
We were leading a happy life, living peacefully and minding our own business in our small village. Then this cursed war changed our life upside down and plunged us into a bitter and sad reality. We are forced to escape, leaving our house, and sweet memories of a beautiful place behind us.
We needed a shelter for our shabby and tired bodies. We were housed in a school prepared as a makeshift camp for displaced families in Sana’a. But that wasn’t the end of our plight. The responsible of the camp had changed their tune and asked us to leave and find a place by our own. I found a house consisting of 2 rooms, a kitchen and a toilet for lease for YR45,000 a month. Very expensive for ordinary people, let alone for displaced ones.
We have no income, we cannot get necessary food and my health steeply declines. Days pass and we couldn’t get any help from anywhere.
Sometimes I find temporary work to feed my children who have dropped from schools and are strolling the streets, begging or offering their help in return for a measly amount of money.
I am a patient with cancer. I frequent cancer centers for medicine. I cannot work now. I am on the verge of collapsing, waiting for the impending death. Without knowing I was crying silently, tears of despair were rolling down my cheeks.
I was jolted when my mobile rang. The caller asked if I was at home, he wanted to visit me. I said yes, I am at home, can’t go anywhere. Later, I opened the door and there were some young people smiling at me and asked me few questions and then they left. Three days later I received another call from them. They were giving me instructions to go to a certain place to receive food. I fell on my knees, prostrating to The Almighty.
I thought this food will be given to me continuously but it was only for one single time. Nevertheless, it was better than nothing. May Allah brings us glad tidings soon.