Education

It was around ten in the morning. As usual, I was sitting in the school office, busy with administrative work, when the door quietly opened. Five girls, young and slightly older, wearing simple clothes and with tired eyes, walked in. The eldest, who looked about sixteen, gathered her trembling steps and began speaking without any introduction.

Her voice shook, yet there was a hidden courage in her tone that few possess.

“These… are my sisters. Four orphans. I am taking care of them.”

She paused for a moment, as if taking a long breath from enduring pain, before continuing:

“I beg from people… to provide them bread. I hear countless words and heavy looks from them. But I am human too; my heart breaks… yet I have no choice.”

Her little sisters clung tightly to her skirt. Their eyes were fixed, as if the world for them consisted only of a few dry pieces of bread each day.

“They have talent… I swear to God, these children are smarter than many. Their hearts want to study. But my means… are only enough to provide dry bread for them.”

She lowered her head, perhaps to hide her tears.

“I heard you are a kind-hearted person… I came hoping someone might help them, at least with their education… so that one day, they won’t have to beg like me.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop. The school office was no longer just an office; it had become a room full of pain, hope, and tiny hands on which their future hung by a thread.

And I remained… facing the fate of five children whose eyes spoke more than any book ever could.

We kindly ask all generous donors to help these children with books, clothing, food, or school fees to brighten their future. Contributions can be made through the official platform [link] or directly to me.
Every step you take can save a small life.

Children like these girls depend on support to continue their education and meet their basic needs. Without help, school becomes a luxury instead of a right&nbsp; and the future they deserve begins to slip away.
Wefaq: It was around ten in the morning. I was in the school office, surrounded by paperwork and routine tasks, when the door opened softly. Five girls stepped inside — one slightly older, the others still very young. Their clothes were simple, their eyes tired, yet there was dignity in the way they stood together.
The eldest, about sixteen, took a shaky breath as she approached my desk. Her voice trembled, but behind it was a strength forged from hardship — the kind of courage no one her age should have to carry. “These… are my sisters,” she said.&nbsp;“Four orphans. I am taking care of them.”
In that moment, the room felt heavier. These girls were not asking for the world — only for a chance. A chance to stay in school. A chance to learn. A chance to grow without fear of losing their childhood.
Your donation can change that.
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