My brothers and sisters.
With a heart full of hope, I turn to you. TONIGHT we will walk our child to the chuppah. It should be a time of joy, yet we find ourselves standing empty-handed, without the basic means to make this wedding happen.
My husband works tirelessly as the head of maintenance in a Yeshiva from morning until night. We are a family of twelve children bli ayin hara, living in a tiny apartment where every inch of floor is covered with mattresses at night.
Every shekel he earns goes toward the bare essentials; there is nothing left for the heavy expenses of a wedding.
I stand at the Kosel, pouring out my heart to Hashem, begging that we may marry off our child with menuchas hanefesh.
I am reaching out to you for your compassion.
May Hashem grant you and your family only simcha, health, and abundant bracha.
Please write your names so my child can daven for you.
Chana
