From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story ๐ฟ
I never thought I would write these wordsโฆ ๐
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 silenceโฆ a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. ๐
In one moment, everything changed.
Our home became a memory, my motherโs embrace became the past,
And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.
Theyโre goneโฆ and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. ๐ข
But despite everything, we are still hereโฆ trying.
I survived with my younger siblings.
Yes, we survivedโฆ 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 everythingโฆ except pain. ๐ฅ
We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,
But despite everythingโฆ we keep trying. ๐ช
I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. ๐ฑ
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. ๐
My name is Naser AbuThaher. Iโm 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
โ ๏ธVetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )โ ๏ธ
Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us
Itโs a prayer, itโs love, itโs life. ๐
In conclusion...
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. ๐
