During this period, we experienced many tragic events and witnessed many moments of death. As I recall those days, I stand in amazement that we are still alive, continuing our struggle until the day this cursed war ends, striving to build a future for ourselves that will make us forget the bitterness of these days and compensate for the cruelty we have lived and endured. I remember when the war began and the bombing began everywhere. I would hug my children every night as if we were living our last night, and in the morning, we would become nothing but a memory. I also remember the day we left our home under the bombing and gunfire, and how death was everywhere. We all ran a long distance, and people were falling. I was dying, and the deadly bullets were everywhere. I also remember the day we returned to our home to find it a pile of rubble, and I clearly remember the tears streaming from my eyes like a waterfall. I also remember the day I decided to pitch a modest tent over the ruins of our home, and I remember how we slept in it. We were bombed and the tent burned, but we survived. Now, with every day that passes and we are able to buy our food and some of our necessities, I remember that it is thanks to you, the pioneers of this great struggle, how you stood by us and did not let us down. Thanks to your donations, we are still able to fight and continue, no matter how difficult the days are. Thank you all, my friends. I am so proud of you and everything you have done for us, you generous people. I hope you will not abandon us and support us again to continue the struggle for life. Donate to us and share our posts. We trust no one but you, and you have always proven that you are our brothers and friends, indeed our family and comrades. And of course, humanity comes first and always.
