Mother's plea: With a heart heavy with sorrow and a soul burdened with worry. My precious son, my little 3 years old Anas, is fighting a battle far beyond his age. Cancer has confiscated his innocence and is on the way to steal his childhood dreams.

My husband works as a rickshaw driver to provide food for my family. Every day, he breaks his back for the sake of a meagre wage, knowing that it's not enough to cover even the most basic needs of our family. I am a homemaker, and stand by my husband's side, but the expenses of treatment are very high. He is the sole breadwinner, responsible for putting food on the table and a roof over our heads. But now, with my son's illness, our burdens have multiplied.

The approximate estimated cost is Rs.6,50,000/-

We came to you today, not as a proud parent, but as a desperate one. I plead with you, from the depths of my soul, to extend your hand and your heart to my beloved son. Your support can make all the difference in the world to us, to him, to our family.