Ali Hamza, my beloved son, is struggling with the rare disease DMD.
He reminded us what real pain is and how to reach real happiness while we are in the midst of a ton of world rush, making career plans, upsetting each other for trivial reasons, working day and night for the worthless worldly goods.
He was not old enough to ride his first bicycle, he never fell from a tree, he did not sweat blood in 10 minutes of recess, he did not skip school and play games, he did not go to buy bread on Sunday morning, he did not climb a mountain, nor did he give a seat to an elderly person on the bus and wait standing. Not once was he so tired. And he won't be able to do any of these things until this disease passes.
I came here to look for hope for this child, to find a drop to create an ocean.
You guys support me on this path. Let's give Ali the strength to take his father's car secretly. Let's give him the strength to run when his brothers get angry. Let's give him the legs to carry his mother on his back to repay her.