The house is a torture chamber for children! If we don’t warm them with love, irreversible tragedy will soon strike! Mzevinar, the mother, is uncertain whether she and her children can be rescued. She’s reaching out for our help, refusing to accept that God has decreed perpetual suffering for her family. Her husband, Avtandil, already once jailed for domestic violence, is a drunken brute, creating an atmosphere of fear, while his wife and children – Rusudan and Tariel – are hostages of fear and violence! After the brute’s release from prison, they are once again taken hostage by Avtandil. Rusudan has been living in her own world for 23 years now. She never had any friends, and she only talks to herself. “Tariel is afraid of everything. Even the word ‘father’ triggers panic attacks in him. His hands shake, and he starts to stutter.”

“This is not a home, but a pile of stones and iron! It’s a dangerous place! Be careful when you pass by! Don’t enter yourselves, but leave a piece of your soul here! We must stop this time bomb. In these ruins, which disgrace our nation, two unfortunate women eke out an existence – 64-year-old Asmat and her seriously ill daughter! If Asmat dies, her dearly beloved daughter, who is completely helpless and unwanted by anyone else in this world, would immediately follow her. She is like a 3-year-old baby! She can only love her mother. And the mother, who needs help herself, bathes, dresses, feeds, and puts her seriously ill daughter to sleep.

Among these seven unfortunate souls, one adult is gravely ill, and two children are deprived of their childhood and exposed to deadly diseases! Friends, there is no one else to help them but us! Little Anastasia and Darina sometimes cough so hard they can’t breathe and can’t sleep at night. They live right next to a stone quarry, where a large machine crushes stones from morning until late evening, making sounds like something out of a horror movie. “Our lungs are filled with dust… our ears hurt from all this noise.. They don’t give us water and they threaten to destroy our wagon,” the little girls greeted the Fund reporter with these words.

Irma, 33 years old (mother): The day goes by without a crumb in our mouths. Neither me with my husband nor my children. We eat stale bread with pepper that grows in the garden. My husband and I grew up in a poor family ourselves, and we know what poverty is. Nevertheless, we do not want our children to experience what we had to experience. My heart bleeds when we see the boys crying from hunger! I beg you – help us feed our sons! We do not even have a refrigerator to store food; the food spoils quickly. If your children, God forbid, were starving, what would you do? Would you beg? Maybe you would steal? Think about it for a minute. What would it be like to see your little son or daughter crying from hunger? 

Lazare: I don’t remember what I ate yesterday… Mom brings food from the free kitchen, but it’s not enough for everyone. There are four children in our family. Whoever gets to it first, eats. I didn’t get any because I was playing outside. So I stayed hungry. God forbid anyone should have to look into their own children’s hungry eyes every day and not be able to feed them. Let’s unite and help these wonderful children. We believe in your kindness and compassion! Doing good is easier than it seems!

Iamze (the mother of these two adorable kids!): “I’m an orphan with living parents! My children have no grandparents. My husband is in prison for the second time! He deceived me when we got married. At first, he stole, and then he turned out to be a sadist and beat me so hard in front of the children that now I’m very afraid for their mental health! And I understand: he came to me because of housing and wanted to kill me! And the children… He never loved our children! He would give them away to strangers. Such children!!! I’m not asking for anything for myself, but I won’t be able to live if my children are not saved from hunger and cold in winter! They shouldn’t repeat my terrible fate!”