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Molamin Manneh :

My name molamin manneh I am writing this through tears tea that have fallen onto my hands more times than I can count. I never imagined I would be here, publicly sharing my pain, my hunger, my desperation but I have reached a point where silence is heavier than shame. I am crying as I write this, because every word carries the weight of a life I’m fighting not to give up on. I am starving. Not in the way people casually say „Im hungry“ I mean real, raw, empty hunger. The kind that steals your strength, the kind that makes your vision blur, the kind that turns your sujood into sobs and your nights into storms of silent prayers. I’ve gone days without food. My body is tired, wqows my head spins often, and my heart aches with every passing hour. I lie down at night on an empty a, wondering if I’ll wake up with theto get through one more day. But even deeper than the hunger in my stomach… is the hunger in my soul. I want to go back to school. Wallahi, more than anything in this world, I want to return to school not for luxury, not for status but for survival. I want to learn. I want to grow. I want to change my life. I want to break this cycle of hardship that has been crushing me and everyone I love. I don’t want to stay stuck in this misery, in this hunger, in this despair. I want to build a future where I can provide for myself and others, where I can look back and say, “Alhamdulillah, I made it.” But I can’t do it alone. Right now, I have no money. No food. No resources. No safety net. I’ve cried until my throat was sore, until my chest physically hurt. I’ve begged Allah in the darkest part of the night, my face pressed into the prayer mat, whispering through sobs, “Ya Allah, open a door for me.” Maybe… just maybe… this hep is that door. Please if you are reading this know that I am not asking out of greed. I am asking out of absolute need. I am crying while typing these words, begging you to look into your heart and help me return to school. Help me afford tuition, books, transportation. Help me buy food so I can study without my stomach screaming from emptiness. Help me feel human again. Every dollar you give is a seed of hope. Every help , no mat