Just a few days ago, I heard a story that’s stayed with me—a heartbreaking, almost unbearable truth.

Just a few days ago, I heard a story that’s stayed with me—a heartbreaking, almost unbearable truth.

An Afghan patient came to my girlfriend’s hospital for a consultation. His medical file revealed something devastating: he was missing part of his penis, including most of the glans. The damage was severe, almost surreal—like a bomb had gone off in his groin.

And tragically, that’s exactly what happened.

When he was just seven years old, a bomb fell on his school while he and his classmates were sitting in class. Some children died instantly. He survived—but with catastrophic injuries. His penis was partially amputated in the blast, and from that moment on, the life of a little boy was held hostage by a wound no child should ever endure.

Can you imagine that? A seven-year-old, sitting in class, and then—chaos from the sky. I can’t stop picturing him there, wide-eyed, unaware of the horror about to descend.

My girlfriend referred him to a specialist surgeon—someone who might be able to help. And I truly hope he gets the care he needs. So that maybe, just maybe, that little boy—now grown—can smile again. Even if only a little.