In the north, I left my home, my memories, and the walls that once sheltered us.
But the bombing left us no choice… I carried myself and my dreams, and walked toward the south.
Each step felt heavier than the one before.
I did not go south except to protect what is left of me, to search for a place where I might find a little safety.
Exile is not about the place… exile is walking far from the scent of your home, far from your safety, not knowing when—or if—you will return.
Displacement requires at least $500. Your donation can keep this family’s hopes alive.
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