This is 7-year-old Alina. Look at these photos and you will immediately understand that the little angel is fighting death with all her might. The girl does not give up, but her little heart can no longer stand it. She can no longer endure this. Who knows, maybe one day she will surrender to death forever. No!!! No!!! We must not allow this! We must not leave the little girl alone in the face of death, otherwise we will never forgive ourselves. Alina’s kind heart will forgive us, but our conscience will never, never forgive us. Kind people, pray for Alina. Prayer has the greatest power. Whoever can, lend a helping hand to the Ambartsumyan family, and this kindness will definitely come back to you. Little Alina must live! The girl’s dim eyes must shine brightly again!

Luka is just one week old. The baby cries endlessly from hunger. He doesn’t get enough milk, but his parents have nothing to feed him with—they are too poor to buy baby formula. It’s hard to understand someone else’s pain if you’ve never experienced anything like it yourself. Think about it! What if, God forbid, it were your children starving?  How would it feel to see your little son or daughter crying from hunger? The only food in their home is bread brought from a free canteen. But should this be the diet of a breastfeeding mother and her children?

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.”

What’s worse: terminal cancer or a home completely burned to ashes? A large family with two little children—a one-month-old and a two-year-old—is crying out for help! But there’s no one to turn to…The six thousand lari that the local government allocated is a mockery of their enormous grief… We are their only hope

Friends, this boy has endured a grueling three-year fight with cancer. He has bravely undergone 9 rounds of chemotherapy, 31 radiation treatments, and several complex surgeries, including the removal of his right kidney and a bone marrow transplant.  For a moment, it seemed like the worst was behind him, that the danger had passed. But the cancer came back—a relapse. Neuroblastoma progresses rapidly, spreading metastases throughout the body at an alarming rate. This is why Nikoloz’s mother made the urgent decision not to waste any time and take him to Turkey for treatment.  The last hope for saving Nikoloz is an expensive chemotherapy course. Each round costs $50,000, and he will need five rounds in total—amounting to $250,000. This treatment is his ticket to life, but his family cannot afford it. If we don’t help Nikoloz complete this lifesaving chemotherapy, it will be as if we are signing his death sentence. Our support can give this boy the chance to emerge victorious from this brutal battle. We cannot stop now. Nikoloz’s family has hope left only in God and the kindness of compassionate people.

I have always dreamed of becoming a military man, of defending the Motherland! God gave me this opportunity! But today the machine gun falls out of my hands! Bring me back to life! I must be on my feet and with my loving family! Only the thoughts of surgery in Turkey and a complete cure keep me in this world! And my wife Sofiko and my beautiful daughter give me strength to fight and live until the trip to Turkey. But when there’s no money for medication, I start having seizures, and I beg God to relieve me from this torment and take me to Himself! Forgive me for my weakness! But without medication while awaiting surgery, I feel nothing but excruciating pain!