Holding Onto Memories ποΈ
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Thereβs a strange thing about memoriesβsometimes, 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.
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Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets arenβt the same. The people arenβt the same. And IβI donβt know if Iβm the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love Iβve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If youβre 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. πΏ These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, Iβll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. π
My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken awayβmy home, my safety, and the people























