O people of the city.. O neighbors of the Messenger of Allah ﷺ.. I write to you with a heart aching with pain, in the purest land on Earth and on this blessed night, Monday, the 27th of Ramadan. We are in a night where the whole world hopes for salvation from hellfire, and I am here begging you for salvation for a weak soul that can neither benefit nor harm itself. This poor cat in front of my eyes now is moaning silently, tearing the soul. It is not asking for money or status, it is just hungry.. so hungry that it can no longer meow. Its eyes glisten with tears as if asking me: "Are we not in the city of mercy? Are we not in the month of generosity?". By God, my brothers, its sight breaks rocks. How can our eyes close when we are next to the Chosen One ﷺ who said: "There is a reward for every wet liver"? How can we enjoy our iftar and suhoor while this soul is dying of hunger in the alleys of Taybah? "Perhaps this cat is your need from Allah on Laylat al-Qadr.. perhaps it is the savior, and it is the one who will testify for you at the Prophet's ﷺ cistern." I implore you by God, and by the Beloved Chosen One: Whoever is able to feed it or provide food for it now, do not delay. Time is passing and it is wilting before my eyes. By God, I have nothing for it but tears and this plea, so be the hand that feeds, and the heart that shows mercy. Please, whoever can help, contact me immediately and as soon as possible. Do not let it die on a night when relief is hoped for. Save it.. perhaps Allah will save you on the day of judgment.