“Don’t come close to us, you cross-eyed, we’ll get infected from you. Blind! Freak!” – More than forty years have passed, but Zeinab still remembers these words. She remembers that she could not respond to ridicule when she was a child and she cried, and she got bullied even more because of this. She didn’t tell her parents about it. She just sat down somewhere near her house “crying out” all the tears, calmed down and went home after that. She didn’t want mom and dad to worry.

The walls seem to hardly withstand the misfortune that is happening within them. A heartbreaking scream and howl can be heard far away on the street. This scream makes goosebumps appear on your skin. And you hear a woman’s voice and cry: “Please, son, calm down, please.”

She doesn’t want to live! When it hurts a lot, you lose hope… But then a small hand touches her, and she realizes that death will be the easiest solution for her, but the greatest suffering for her child.

“I’m Zakaria. I am 31 years old. I realize that I am a grown man, but I need my mom, as in the first years of my life. I am disabled, no matter how rude this word sounds. Yes, I am like this. I’ve been half-human for 10 years now. If not for my mother, I probably would not have been able to move at all. She makes me live. She wakes me up in the morning to do my exercises. I have no idea where she gets so much energy. She says to me: “I can do anything for you, but I cannot do exercises instead of you.” She has been enduring my bad temper for 10 years now. She endures all my failures. And my small victories are only her merit. The fact that I can stand, eat and speak on my own is all thanks to my mother. “

The last thing she remembers from the good life is how happy she was when she left home on November 10th. This is how Inga looked like before she got sick, in 2017… On that wonderful and happiest day in her life, she was in seventh heaven with a beautiful fabric she bought for a coat. She dreamed of how she would show off in it, how it would suit her! And that’s it… Then darkness befell her for many days.

Just imagine what does a mother feel when she sees her 37-year-old son sitting on the floor, rolling his toy car, and humming something into his toy phone…