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💔 I AM NOT WRITING THIS BECAUSE I WANT ATTENTION…
AND NOT BECAUSE I WANT SYMPATHY OR PITY.
I AM WRITING BECAUSE SOMETIMES WORDS ARE THE ONLY WAY I CAN HOLD WHAT IS LEFT INSIDE ME… BEFORE IT SLIPS AWAY IN SILENCE.
🌧️ MY NAME IS DOAA.
I AM 25 YEARS OLD.
AND I AM A UNIVERSITY STUDENT… TRYING TO BUILD A FUTURE WHILE CARRYING A PAST THAT DOES NOT ALWAYS FEEL HEAVY, BUT SOMETIMES FEELS UNBEARABLE.
📚 I STUDY, I TRY, I WAKE UP EVERY DAY AND PRETEND THAT EVERYTHING IS NORMAL… EVEN WHEN MY HEART IS NOT ALWAYS IN THE SAME PLACE AS MY LIFE.
🏚️ I USED TO BELIEVE THAT HOME WAS SOMETHING PERMANENT.
THAT IT MEANT SAFETY, LAUGHTER, AND A PLACE THAT WOULD ALWAYS WAIT FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT.
BUT LIFE TAUGHT ME OTHERWISE.
SOMETIMES WHAT WE CALL “HOME” DOES NOT STAY FOREVER…
SOMETIMES IT BECOMES A MEMORY YOU CARRY INSIDE YOU WHILE YOU STAND SOMEWHERE ELSE.
💔 I AM STANDING NOW ON WHAT IS LEFT OF THAT MEMORY…
ON RUINS THAT ONCE HELD EVERYTHING I KNEW.
LAUGHTER, VOICES, SIMPLE DAYS, AND MOMENTS I NEVER THOUGHT WOULD EVER END.
🌫️ AND NOW THERE IS SILENCE.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF SILENCE… ONE THAT DOES NOT JUST EXIST AROUND ME, BUT INSIDE ME TOO.
💭 I WON’T PRETEND IT DOESN’T HURT.
SOME DAYS IT HURTS IN WAYS I CANNOT EXPLAIN TO ANYONE.
NOT LOUD… JUST DEEP.
LIKE SOMETHING MISSING THAT YOU CANNOT NAME.
🌙 BUT EVEN WITH ALL OF THAT… I AM STILL HERE.
STILL STUDYING 📚
STILL TRYING 🌿
STILL WALKING THROUGH DAYS THAT DON’T ALWAYS FEEL EASY.
BECAUSE LIFE, EVEN WHEN IT BREAKS YOU, DOES NOT ALWAYS STOP YOU COMPLETELY.
🔁 SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE I AM REBUILDING MYSELF WHILE STILL HOLDING THE PIECES OF WHAT I LOST.
TRYING TO BALANCE WHO I WAS… AND WHO I AM BECOMING.
💫 AND SLOWLY… I AM LEARNING SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
I AM NOT ONLY WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME.
I AM ALSO WHAT REMAINS WITHIN ME.
MEMORIES 📸 STILL LIVE INSIDE ME
STRENGTH 💪 IS STILL GROWING IN SILENCE
AND A HEART ❤️ THAT HAS BEEN THROUGH A LOT… STILL REFUSES TO STOP BEATING
🌈 MAYBE LIFE DOES NOT ALWAYS RETURN WHAT IT TAKES.
MAYBE IT DOES NOT REBUILD THE SAME WALLS OR THE SAME DAYS.
BUT IT GIVES SOMETHING ELSE…
THE ABILITY TO CONTINUE 🌙
THE ABILITY TO FIND MEANING IN SURVIVING 🌿
THE ABILITY TO KEEP GOING EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING FEELS DIFFERENT
💛 I DON’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS…
BUT I KNOW THAT I AM STILL HERE.
💔 We lost our home, and with it, our safety, comfort, and every sense of a normal life.
AND THAT ALONE… IS SOMETHING.
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