think about your heart, forget about your head

- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position

- consciousness is a gift

Little fish eats his foods 

How do you act like this place doesn't... You're always so positive. I guess it all just depends on how you choose to look at it. I grew up in a small village in Iran with my parents and two older brothers. My father, he was a very outspoken cleric, which wasn't always the most popular thing to be at the time. One day, it was my birthday. Actually, we were getting ready to go see my uncle.

These men showed up. They were angry, shouting. I remember my mother told me to hide. But I was so confused because we were just laughing. My father had told this story about... He was a really good storyteller. I think that's what made him such an effective preacher.

Anyway, I could tell my mother was afraid. My brothers had run to the door and now they were shouting too, and my mother just kept saying "Hide, hide." But I just stood there, I couldn't move, because it was all so strange. I mean, we were just laughing so hard, you know? It was gonna be the best birthday ever.

The sun was so bright coming in through the door that my father became a silhouette when they dragged him outside. And then, there was this pop, like a firecracker, and the silhouette fell down.

I’m speaking my feelings out because u are family to me and i want to remind you of our situation.

First and foremost, I want to extend my deepest thanks to every single one of you who helped me. Because of your incredible support and generosity, I was able to evacuate Gaza safely. I will never forget that you are the reason I am standing here today.

However, our struggle is far from over. The brutal aggression on the Gaza Strip has stripped us of everything. My family and I lost our home, our belongings, and our sole source of income. We have been forced to start from below zero.

Currently, part of my family is in Egypt, trying to rebuild their lives. But human solidarity and attention have faded over time, and the donations have drastically slowed down. We are now struggling immensely to cover basic monthly needs, including rent, utilities, and daily expenses.

More painfully, my brother, Mohamed, is still trapped in Gaza, enduring unimaginable suffering every single day. He urgently needs monthly financial support just to secure his basic daily necessities and survive the harsh conditions there.

Throughout my life, I have always believed in the power of giving. I have constantly extended my hand to help anyone in need, and I continue to do so whenever I can. Today, it is my family that desperately needs that helping hand.

No donation is too small. Every single dollar you give can help us pay our rent in Egypt, keep a roof over our heads, and send life-saving support to my brother Mohamed in Gaza. If you cannot donate, please share our story.

We deeply appreciate your ongoing kindness, empathy, and support during the darkest chapter of our lives. Thank you for not forgetting us.

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