Ask me, why I am still alive? Why didn't I die the moment I found my son hanging? Find out what happened next to our entire family! God, help us!!!

Life spared no mercy, and after the death of my son, I became a walking corpse

I took my dear and beloved son's lifeless body down from the noose with my own hands.   Lord, why is this happening to me? May God spare anyone from experiencing such a thing!

Shorena is the unhappiest woman in the world! She took the lifeless body of her 17-year-old firstborn son down from the noose, buried him in the cold ground, and interred her own heart along with him. 

She is still alive because, despite the tragedy, she has her daughter and mother to take care of.

Shorena: On this fragile earth, only one being keeps me going – my daughter. She was only five years old at the time. She saw everything too... Rushed over at my scream, poor thing! She extended her little arms to him, saying, 'Luka, come to me,' and that was it – she hasn't uttered another word since then! She is still afraid to enter rooms! And if we need to cross the street, I carry her in my arms.

I pray... What else can I do?! Maybe someone will take my story to heart. We don't ask for much. Just some food, warmth, and medicines for both mom and child. That's all – those are my simple wishes. 

REPOST RIGHT AWAY, MY GOOD MAN! HELP YOUR FRIENDS TO GET CLOSERTO THE WORK OF MERCY!

'There is nothing intact in my home... Everything is shattered, just like my life.'

- Oh my God! Shorena, do you have anything good in your life? 

Shorena: No! After the death of my son, my mom suffered a stroke. She barely survived. The second stroke occurred two years later, and the third one took her life. She became bedridden, and for more than two years now, she can't move at all." In the evenings, when both my mom and daughter are asleep, I sit in a corner and quietly cry, asking God, for what reason am I facing all these trials?    Haven't I paid enough for everything? I haven't harmed anyone. How does my heart endure all of this? No father, no husband... and my only son lies in the cold ground. 

- Shorena, where is your husband?

Shorena: I was 20 years old when my husband kidnapped me. Now I look dreadful, not like a human at all. But when I was young, many would admire me. And that's when the nightmare began.  He would beat me, and his mother would beat me.  I lived in sheer hell for three years!  Then, I gathered the courage and fled from them with my little child.  Oh, how they cursed me... perhaps their curses caught up with me. 

- How did you live alone with your little son?

Shorena: I took on any job: sorting potatoes, cleaning, sewing... and my son was always by my side.  I'd place him in a small box next to me since we didn't have a stroller.   " That's how we grew up together. I cherished him with all my heart... God, how could you take him away from me? Elena is my daughter from my second marriage. 

- Where is Elene’s father?

Shorena: When, just two weeks before giving birth, he learned it would be a girl, he beat me and left. He desired a boy. Left alone with two kids - that's my whole story. I'm a poor, unfortunate mom with no loved ones. No one can lend a helping hand; no one will be there for us when times get tough. That's why I reached out to you. You're friends with all the good folks in Georgia, aren't you? Maybe someone will take our story to heart.  We don't ask for much, do we?  Just some food, warmth, and medicines for both mom and child.  That's all – those are my simple wishes. 

To say that these unfortunate people need help is to say nothing. It is simply impossible to describe Shorena's pain in words. No one has found the right words to describe the grief of a mother who has buried her own child—they become invincible. They fear nothing!  The only fear they have is the possibility of losing another child to hunger, cold, and illness. We must urgently help them. They need our support. Please, don't look at others, don't assume someone else will help—let it be you. 

As Christmas approaches, we feel the desire to do good deeds, but here at the foundation, we know that for our friends, kindness knows no specific days—it's a year-round, round-the-clock commitment. When we encounter people like Shorena, who won't survive without our help, we must thank the Lord for sending them our way, so that we can take care of our souls first. 

Ask yourself, have you ever heard a more heart-wrenching story? Act as your kind heart guides you! 

If you are willing to visit the family and help them in person, here is their address: Gardabani district, village Krtsanisi (former summer houses of MIA)

Every time you can help someone, just do it, and rejoice that God answers someone's prayers through you!

We are sure that all together we will manage to save them from imminent death.

Please don’t forget to repost our story. Let your friends know about the grief of this family! It’s extremely important!

Friends, there is one more request: if you know about the misfortune of a neighbor or friend do a godly deed, drop us an email at: office-fsp@fsp.ge

Our Fund’s accounts are:

  - In Bank of Georgia GE64BG0000000470458000

  – In TBC Bank GE15TB7194336080100003;

  – In Liberty Bank GE42LB0115113036665000;

  (Purpose: The Suladze family)