I dream of sleeping like a normal person, just once, on a bed with a mattress, blanket, and pillow! My son is gravely ill. And I am burdened by the sin of not being able to arrange a proper grave for my beloved husband, with whom I spent my entire life, even after a year!   Forgive me, dear Jemal! And forgive me, dear people, for troubling you with my tears!!!"

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That’s what Asiat says: "Sometimes I think my life is worthless. I sometimes think it would have been better to burn in this cursed trailer. This is what my life has come to in old age! I've been left to the mercy of fate."

- Did the state not help you at all? 

Asiat: They gave us money to build a house, but we only managed to lay the foundation. And then... then (crying) my husband died. And I was left with nothing... I couldn't even set up a proper grave for him. 

- Do you have no one else besides your husband?

Asiat: I have a son, he's 24, but he's very ill.  He always has a headache and can't work. He can barely walk. He's been sick since he was nine. Either he was sick, or my husband was sick, or I was sick. We had a house in Sachkhere but had to sell it because of my husband's illness. In 2013, he went blind. We tried injections in his eyes and then surgery, but nothing helped. Then we moved to the village, set up a trailer and lived in it. Poor, but happy.  In love. You should have seen how we arranged it. We had everything. 

- How did the fire happen?

Asiat: I was sleeping and then woke up to the smell. Everything was on fire.  I couldn't see anything. I started screaming, calling my husband: "Jemal, my joy, where are you?" He didn't respond. I couldn't leave him alone, blind, and didn't leave the house until the fire caught my shirt and hair. Then I ran out, all burned, fell to the ground, and cried. I thought I had left him to burn in the house, my love... But then I heard his voice. He couldn't understand what was happening. As it turned out, he had gone out a couple of minutes earlier to get some fresh air. 

- Oh! I can't even imagine what you went through. 

Asiat: When I saw him, I forgot about the pain. My whole body was burned: chest, stomach, hair... But the main thing was that he was alive. You can't imagine how hard it is for me now without him. I hope he forgives me for not being able to give him a proper grave yet.  Do you think he won't hold it against me? 

- Of course not! You speak of him with such love... What do you live on now? How do you live in this hole? 

Asiat: You said it right, it's a hole. And I live here like a field mouse. I get a pension, but it only covers the medications. My neighbors are kind.   Someone feeds me a piece of bread; someone invites me to bathe... Is this really life? I dream of sleeping on a normal bed or eating at a table like a human being... 

Asiat: I think if you give me a small trailer and a bed, I would be happy. So that my son and I can live together. So that we have a roof over our heads. I know we can't finish building the house - it's very expensive. And in our country, almost everyone is poor. But you know, when I heard about you, I had hope that I could at least die like a human. You have brightened the old age of many elderly women, haven't you? I heard that you are like good wizards. 

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Asiat's story is not just a tale of loss and suffering. It is a call to each of us, a call to our hearts and conscience.  There comes a time when compassion becomes not just a desire, but a duty. When we see an elderly woman struggling with her grief, suffering from loss, and in need of simple human care, we cannot remain indifferent.

We see how hard her life is, we feel her pain and despair. And at that moment, the words of the Lord come to mind, inspiring help and compassion.

"Honor your father and your mother, as the Lord your God has commanded you, so that your days may be long, and that it may go well with you in the land the Lord your God is giving you" (Deuteronomy 5:16).

We are obliged to show care and respect for the elderly, for this is not just a commandment, but the basis of our humanity. Asiat needs a small house, a bed, and a roof over her head. She dreams of living her last years with dignity, and we can help her achieve this dream.

Let's turn to our hearts and remember that each of us can be a light in someone’s dark life. And let our good deeds be an example for others, and may the Lord's blessings accompany us in every action.  By joining this help, we will not only change Asiat's life but also enrich our own souls.

If you are willing to visit the family and help them in person, here is their address: Sachkhere Municipality, village Sareki.

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 this family from imminent death.

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 Sakvarelidze family).

You can also transfer money from our website: Bank of Georgia (e-commerce), TБC Bank (GeoPay), Liberty Bank (PayGe), PayPal

 Corr.: Nino