"Echoes of Isolation: Are We Still Alive in Your Eyes?"
In a world where our souls are silently folded, in a place that is unforgiving and unresponsive, I wonder: why does no one answer our messages?
I am Hani, writing to you from the heart of deadly isolation, from the remains of a shattered homeland, from unbearable pain.
I am not asking for your money, or even donations; all I want is for you to ask about us, just one word: How are you?
Why Have You Left Us Drowning in This Solitude?
Have we become just numbers in a list that no one cares about?
Did you consider us dead before we even died?
Our messages scatter in the air, as if they never reach anyone.
They are ignored by everyone, as if we don't exist.
Where are you? Are we really invisible to this extent?
We’ve Experienced the Bitterness of Displacement...
We left from the north to the south in an endless journey, leaving behind everything that once meant life to us.
Everything was destroyed, from our home to our hope for a better tomorrow.
The war struck us relentlessly, destroying everything, turning our dreams into rubble.
What is left for us now?
We live in an abandoned school that has turned into a shelter, sharing classrooms with other families, and we’ve become nothing more than a memory in a place filled with pain.
Is it possible that we’ve become a mere
shadow in your eyes?
Every day we struggle to survive...
To feel that we are still alive, even though the world has forgotten us.
I live and watch my children suffering, and I watch my elderly parents, my sick mother who can no longer bear the pain, and I can do nothing but send messages hoping they reach you.
Do you know that we have nothing but the little hope we have left?
Do you know that the families we share the rooms with in the shelter don’t even have the basics of life?
Our children have no food, no safe shelter, not even time to play as a small child should in this world.
My parents can’t even get basic medical care, and my mother is sick with diabetes and high blood pressure, and my heart breaks every time I see her in pain, and I can’t help.
Can you imagine for a moment that you might find yourselves in our place?
In a school turned into a shelter, in tight corners with others who don’t know what will happen tomorrow, while hope slowly fades away?
You can ask about us, just to make us feel we are not alone in this cruel world.
Your response to us, even with just a word, gives us the strength to continue.
And if you find you are able to help in any way, it will restore our hope and allow us to live with dignity in these harsh conditions.
To learn more details about my story and my campaign, you can visit the campaign link here:
Link Here
And if you are able to contribute, you can donate via the donation link here:
Donation Link Here
Thank you for your attention.
In this moment, where nothing is more than hope, a single image can carry many words.
This post only has ninety six notes. Hani genuinely believes the world has given up. We can't give up, please continue to help.
Please, please, just like Hani said, even if you can just share, it would mean so much. Everything you do means something.
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