Help My Mother Reach Karbala.

My mother’s world has grown small confined to doctor's visits, pill bottles, and quiet hours of pain. But her spirit is vast, anchored by a faith that even illness cannot shake. Every day is a battle against multiple diseases, and every rupee we earn becomes a part of her fight, leaving nothing for dreams. Yet, she never complains; she just prays a little harder.

Her one unwavering dream is simple, yet sacred: to walk on the Holy Lands. To stand in peaceful reverence before Maula Ali (AS) in Najaf, and to lay her heart at the shrine of Maula Hussain (AS) in Karbala. For her, this journey is not a trip — it is an answer to a lifelong prayer, a chance to touch the earth where her heroes walked, and to seek strength where prayers are known to heal.

She has given my sisters and me everything her youth, her health, her peace without ever asking for anything in return. Now, I am standing here as her daughter, watching her cling to this hope, and I feel powerless. I want nothing more than to give this to her, to see her eyes light up not with pain, but with purpose.

But I cannot do this alone.

If you can find it in your heart to help, you won’t just be sending us on a journey. You will be gifting my mother a moment of peace, a breath of sacred air, the chance to stand where her soul has always wanted to be. You will be giving a fighter a sanctuary.

From the bottom of my heart thank you for seeing us, for hearing her silent wish, and for any kindness you can offer.