My name is Faigy, and I’m getting married tonight!.
My father, a devoted Sofer STAM, can no longer work due to severe joint inflammation. We lost everything—our home, our income—and now our family of eleven is living in my grandparents’ tiny dining room. My siblings sleep on the floor.
My parents are drowning in debt. There’s no money for basics—no bed, no dress, no help for a simple wedding. My mother is trying to stay strong, but I see the tears she hides.
And now, with the war, things have become even more difficult. The burden has grown heavier, and the hope feels further away.
Please, help us build a bayis ne’eman with dignity.
Faigy
Yerushalayim
