Մի փոքրիկ հյուծված աղջիկ օգնություն է խնդրում, նա հավատում է հրաշքներին և սպասում է, որ մենք փրկենք իրեն սարսափելի ցավոտ ցավից և առողջանալու հնարավորություն տանք։ Ի՞նչ եք կարծում, հրաշքներ չեն լինում։ Պատահում է. Մեր հիմնադրամում հաճախ է դա լինում: Ամեն անգամ, երբ մեզ հաջողվում է հավաքել անհրաժեշտ գումարը, մեզ մոտ զգացվում է, որ իսկական հրաշքի ենք ականատես լինում։ Օգնեք դժբախտ ընտանիքին, և Տերը կօգնի ձեզ կյանքի ամենադժվար իրավիճակներում: Դուք կտեսնեք.  

Thank you, friends, for your tremendous support of the Zurabishvili family. May the end of this post inspire you to act, rather than feel sad. Tears won’t solve anything. Feeling compassion is important and wonderful, but our actions are even more crucial. God bless you! If you have a heavy heart because of everyday problems or unresolved issues, as a distraction just see our posts on Facebook, or better call any of our beneficiaries, and all your problems will seem unimportant to you, compared with the problems of those to whom you helped in the most difficult moment of their lives.

The child grows up in extreme poverty. But what torments the girl more than poverty is soul pain. After all, Lizi knows: if something happens to her mother, she will be left alone in this cruel world! Cruel, because she was rejected from birth by her closest people – her father and mother’s parents! Inhumans who did not want her to be born and forced her mother (can you imagine that, friends?) to kill the unborn child in the womb. And when Darejan refused to commit this terrible sin and did not commit murder, they left her without means, threw her out like a dog, with a small child in her arms, into the street! Animals! There is no excuse for them! Darejan (47 years old): “I can’t stand this hellish pain anymore. Sometimes I think about taking a rope and hanging myself, but I immediately remember my poor girl, who has no one in the world except me. I am very embarrassed to ask strangers, but I dare to do it as a desperate mother. I beg you, people: if I die, bring my girl a pair of warm shoes that your daughter no longer wears. I am an unfortunate mother in life and out of pity for my poor girl I won’t find rest even after death.”

We love you, Luka. And when you grow up and read this article, you’ll understand that people in Georgia have already found doctors for you in Turkey. There, they don’t speak words of death to parents but take action and treat! We’ll free you from the terrible torment forever, just as we’ve already “given” life to many children in your homeland – Georgia! God works in mysterious ways, friends! And the trials we face in life should make us stronger and strengthen our trust in the Creator! And now, another miracle from the Lord is approaching! Starting today, the Almighty Lord will stretch out His hand to us in gratitude! “He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and He will reward him for what he has done” (Old Testament. Proverbs 19:17). Because Luka himself won’t be able to travel all over Georgia after his treatment to personally thank each of us for our kind hearts and souls! Glory to You, Creator, that the doctors in Turkey were so attentive to the child. T

Karina: “These are the exercises I do with my daughter every day. It’s our entire treatment! Sometimes, we don’t even have enough money for food! And I’m walking around in torn shoes myself!”
“The problem is, I often suffer from terrible headaches too! But going for a consultation – there’s no money for that! And then I’m helpless… And my heart aches for my child!”
How far is a mother willing to go for the health of her child? What sacrifices is she ready to make? How many days can she go without food, and how many years can she wear the same torn shoes, just to ensure her only joy isn’t deprived? And how long can she ignore her excruciating headaches that are killing her?
“My daughter is my whole world. I have no one but her and we’re alone in this entire world! How we manage to survive – I don’t know. But perhaps God loves my Juliette and won’t leave us.”

“Quickly come in and press your ears tightly with your palms, because it will start now!” – Amiran, six years old, tells me. “It has already begun, that’s it! It’ll take a long time – get used to it,” – says Reziko, pinching his ears. Five-month-old Nino and three-year-old Luka cry in unison. Nino is hungry and Luka cries for company. “He just wants to cry,” – Amiran says, and leads his brother out of the room to calm him down and talk.