We were almost a victim of today's bombing and miraculously survived. Please talk about us.

We live in extreme poverty, with little food, endless hunger, daily oppression, and constant fear. Children are dying in silence, and large numbers of them are lost in a single day. We have lost hope in life, and darkness surrounds us from all sides.

Your donation can ease this immense pain. 🍁

(Don’t forget, this is the reality—we are not in a dream)

Don’t forget us—do something, anything! Share, donate, like—help us survive.

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There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

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[2ND IMG: Screenshot of text messages between Ghost @/ghostofanonpast and Ahmed. The exchange reads as follows:

Ghost: "hey, are you okay? / your blog is gone" Ahmed: "Hey / Shit" Ghost: "not your doing then?" Ahmed: "No not me" Ghost: "fuck. / appeal? i'll contact people"