From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story šæ
I never thought I would write these wordsā¦ š
I never imagined waking up to endless screams,
Running barefoot through smoke and fire,
Searching for my mother among the rubble,
Only to find nothing but silenceā¦ a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. š
In one moment, everything changed.
Our home became a memory, my motherās embrace became the past,
And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.
Theyāre goneā¦ and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. š¢
But despite everything, we are still hereā¦ trying.
I survived with my younger siblings.
Yes, we survivedā¦ but who are we after survival?
Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.
We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everythingā¦ except pain. š„
We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,
But despite everythingā¦ we keep trying. šŖ
I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. š±
I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,
To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.
Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,
It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. š
Naserās Hope: A Teen Survivor Trying to Begin Again
My name is Naser AbuThaher. Iām 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
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Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us
Itās a prayer, itās love, itās life. š
From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,
Thank you to everyone who has donated,
Thank you to everyone who has read,
Thank you to everyone who has shared.
You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. š
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