I know how busy you mist be with this terrible crisis going on, but I have no one else to turn to. Hasad was killed yesterday by a sick person, and this morning my daughter Saliha and her son Eren showed up at my door, after her husband was shot dead by a neighbor who thought he was infected. There is little I can do for them. But perhaps you could.
You know me, brother. I have never tried to take advantage of your station to profit myself.
But this one time I must. Please take Saliha and Eren away from here. They say there is no way out of the city, but if there's and exception, it will be for you.
I am comfortable remaining in Harran, but I can't stand the thought of my lovely daughter and grandson being attacked by those terrible things out there. They are your blood, and are good people, and worthy of your mercy. Please take them into your care. I know you will, and so you have my deepest gratitude.
Your Loving Sister,