Sometimes I feel that many people who come across our words here simply pass by them in silence, as though our cries for help have become so common that they no longer draw attention, or as though the requests for assistance we write have become a burden to those who read them.
What many people do not know is that I think dozens of times before writing any appeal for support. I try to endure, to stay strong, and to find any other path that allows me to preserve what remains of my dignity. But the painful truth is that most doors have been closed in front of us, and all that remains are those with compassionate hearts and those who believe that the injustice we have endured is beyond description.
Before the war, I had a complete life.
I graduated with honors and distinction and worked as a university teaching assistant for two and a half years. I had a home, land, a car, and savings that I built through years of hard work and dedication. I had a future I was planning for, and ordinary days that I once believed were a simple right that could never be taken away.
Today, however, we live in tents that bear no resemblance to the life we once knew. We have lost safety and stability, and we have lost countless things that can never be replaced.
That is why I kindly ask anyone who is able to help, even in the simplest way, to share my post. Perhaps my story will reach someone who understands the scale of the injustice that has been inflicted upon us and is willing to extend a helping hand during these difficult times.
I have attached one photo showing some of the details of the peaceful life I once lived, and another showing the danger that surrounds us today: a snake found near the tents in the southern areas as temperatures continue to rise.
We are not dying from missiles alone.
Death has many faces and countless forms, and we are forced to live among them every single day.
I am deeply grateful to each and every one of you. Please consider sharing this post.
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