Five-year-old Kunal should be running through open fields, playing with toys, laughing at silly cartoons, and falling asleep in the safety of his parents’ arms. Instead, he is lying in a Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, fighting for every breath as kidney failure threatens to take away the childhood he hasn’t even had the chance to fully experience.
His small body, once full of energy and innocence, now battles machines, medications, and exhaustion.
Every moment is a struggle.
Every hour is a prayer.
Every breath is a miracle.
And beside him — day and night — stand his parents, hearts breaking more each time they see their little boy wince, tremble, or slip into frightening stillness. They hold his hands even when he cannot hold theirs back. They whisper encouragement he is too weak to fully hear. They wipe tears they do not want him to see.
Kunal’s parents have no income left, no savings, and no safety net to turn to.
They have sold what little they owned.
They have borrowed from everyone willing to help.
They have begged, pleaded, prayed — anything to keep their son alive.
Now, as Kunal’s condition worsens, they are staring into the darkest moment of their lives:
the fear of losing their only child,
the fear of not being able to pay for the care that could save him,
the fear that time is running out.
Kidney failure is merciless.
It drains the body, steals energy, and traps children like Kunal in a constant cycle of pain, swelling, breathlessness, and fatigue. Without continued PICU support — without oxygen, dialysis, and round-the-clock monitoring — the outcome becomes unthinkable.
And yet, this family keeps showing up.
They stand at his bedside.
They refuse to leave him alone.
They do everything in their power, even when their power has all but run out.
There is a specific kind of desperation that only parents of critically ill children understand — a silent scream inside the heart, a terror that never lets them sleep, and a love so fierce it hurts to breathe. Kunal’s parents are living that reality. Their child is slipping through their fingers, and all they can do is beg the world to help them hold on.
Today, all that remains — all that truly matters — is this:
Kunal needs prayers.
He needs love.
He needs the world to stop for a moment and lift him up.
For families like his, faith and community become lifelines when medicine and money fall short. And right now, this brave little boy needs both.
Let us surround Kunal with the prayers his parents whisper through tears.
Let us hold him in our hearts the way his mother and father hold his tiny hands.
Let us believe for him, breathe for him, and hope for him — even from miles away.
Because sometimes healing begins with collective compassion.
Sometimes strength is shared through prayer.
And sometimes a child in a hospital bed needs the world to stand beside him, even if we cannot stand in the room.
So today, wherever you are, pause for a moment.
Close your eyes.
Speak his name softly.
Ask for mercy, for healing, for strength, for protection.
Pray for Kunal — the little boy whose fight is far bigger than his small body, and whose life means everything to the parents who stand helplessly by his side.
May he feel the warmth of our prayers.
May his parents feel the comfort of our hearts.
And may this child, in his darkest hour, be carried by a light far greater than fear.
🙏 Keep Kunal in your thoughts today. Pray for his healing. Pray for his life.