SoftSteeches-WC

He looks goofy ik

Ik it looks trash and over detailed but I thought it would be better If we took his status as a LITERAL god of the dead more serious ✌️

Since my home was destroyed, I’ve forgotten what safety feels like. I’ve been displaced nine times each time leaving behind what little remained, running from bombs, carrying nothing but fear and my child’s hand.

Now I live in a worn-out tent by the shores of Al-Mawasi, Khan Younis. The sea is in front of me, but no peace in sight only hunger, sickness, and exhaustion.My husband has been missing for a long time… I don’t know where he is, or if I’ll ever see him again. Since his disappearance, I’ve had to face everything alone.

But I’m not truly alone…

My little son is the one who takes care of me now.

Yes — a child has become my only support. He comforts me when I cry, searches for scraps of food, and holds my hand when I fall.

We are living a nightmare

There’s no clean water. No food. No medicine.We are constantly sick from malnutrition. I have severe pain in my leg and need ongoing treatment, but there’s no way to get help.

I’m tired. My body is breaking.

My son a child is carrying a weight no child should carry. We are dying in slow motion… while the world looks away.

Please… don’t ignore this.

Don’t let my son grow up watching his mother starve and suffer.

Your donation isn’t just money it’s food, it’s medicine, it’s life.

Help us… before it’s too late.

Before the last bit of strength fades from my body…and the last bit of hope leaves my son’s eyes.

🌸🌸🌸🌸Donation link 🌸🌸🌸

Sorry for sharing you my pain of loss

The pain of loss after the war is beyond words. We have lost not only our homes, our belongings, and the things we once worked so hard for, but also the sense of safety and stability that made life meaningful. Every street reminds us of what used to be — the laughter of our children, the warmth of our families, and the comfort of simple moments we once took for granted. Now we stand among the ruins, trying to gather the pieces of our shattered lives, holding on to the hope that one day, we might rebuild what the war has taken from us. The scars of loss are deep, but so is our determination to survive, to remember, and to rise again.”

Hope things heal soon

Yours