Help an Iranian family rebuild their damaged home

I did not leave our home by choice. It was damaged during the conflict, and the roof was left unfinished. I waited because I truly believed government help would eventually reach us and the repairs would continue. Weeks became months. Our turn never came.

For now, my wife and children stay with my father. When the house is too crowded, I sleep in a car, at work, or in the home of anyone who has space for me. We are a family, but we no longer have a place where we can live together.

Before this happened, I worked as a computer engineer. Earlier this year I lost that job as the war and the economic crisis hurt businesses across Iran. Friends now send me whatever small projects they can find. When work is available I take long hours, sometimes two shifts, but it is never steady and the daily costs of a family do not stop.

I sold my car. Then I sold my phone. I put that money into the house, hoping I could finish enough of it for us to return. The money ran out before the repairs did. I have nothing else left to sell.

We bought this home with a marriage loan and other bank loans. Those payments have started again. The delays I was given are finished, and in less than two months the overdue instalments and cheques are expected to go to court. I am afraid I could be detained if I cannot resolve them. Even if I find stable work tomorrow, the old debt may take everything I earn.

I have never asked strangers for money before. I used to be the person who tried to help others. Writing these words feels heavier than I can explain, but I have reached the point where staying silent would hurt my family more than asking. If you help us, you are not funding a project. You are giving a father a chance to put his family under one roof again.