Anas Basil 🍉
@annas-basil4.bsky.social
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annas-basil4.bsky.social
They tell us to leave, but where do we go when every place is a target? Families move in circles, running from death that follows everywhere. My family has lost everything but faith that someone will care enough to help us.
please donate to save us💔🙏🏻
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@euylva.bsky.social
Our lives are written now not in notebooks but in rubble, in hunger, in exile. We were children who dreamed of professions, of futures. Today we are only survivors of a war that never ends, praying not to be forgotten. please help me save my family from this war 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@anastasiyakotova.bsky.social
Every message I send feels heavier than the last, as though words themselves are exhausted by our pain. My brother and I endure hunger that stains our bones, nights that swallow our dreams. Yet I write again, because silence is surrender. We need your help 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@shaghik.bsky.social
Displacement is not just losing a home it is losing the walls that carried our laughter, the streets that carried our footsteps, the schools that carried our futures. In Gaza we carry only grief, hunger, and the hope that someone remembers we exist. Please save us 💔🙏🏻
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@adamdicarlo.bsky.social
To be displaced is to lose the map of who you were. In Gaza, we wander through camps and ruins, carrying memories heavier than our bodies. Each step whispers of what was stolen: safety, schools, family, tomorrow. we still need your help to survive 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@dittman.bsky.social
We have been reduced to shadows my brother and I surviving on hope too thin to hold us. the war has taken our food, our safety, and soon, perhaps, even our names. If your kindness reaches us, it will not be charity: it will be resurrection.🙏🏻💔
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@catingrams.bsky.social
Our lives are written now not in notebooks but in rubble, in hunger, in exile. We were children who dreamed of professions, of futures. Today we are only survivors of a war that never ends, praying not to be forgotten. please help me save my family from this war 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@madeline-layne.bsky.social
Every message I send feels heavier than the last, as though words themselves are exhausted by our pain. My brother and I endure hunger that stains our bones, nights that swallow our dreams. Yet I write again, because silence is surrender. We need your help 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@flewtooclose.bsky.social
Displacement is not just losing a home it is losing the walls that carried our laughter, the streets that carried our footsteps, the schools that carried our futures. In Gaza we carry only grief, hunger, and the hope that someone remembers we exist. Please save us 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@hjaltil.bsky.social
To be displaced is to lose the map of who you were. In Gaza, we wander through camps and ruins, carrying memories heavier than our bodies. Each step whispers of what was stolen: safety, schools, family, tomorrow. we still need your help to survive 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@saoirsekenney.bsky.social
We have been reduced to shadows my brother and I surviving on hope too thin to hold us. the war has taken our food, our safety, and soon, perhaps, even our names. If your kindness reaches us, it will not be charity: it will be resurrection.🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@jessicacarson.bsky.social
Our lives are written now not in notebooks but in rubble, in hunger, in exile. We were children who dreamed of professions, of futures. Today we are only survivors of a war that never ends, praying not to be forgotten. please help me save my family from this war 🙏🏻💔
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@cousincat.bsky.social
Every message I send feels heavier than the last, as though words themselves are exhausted by our pain. My brother and I endure hunger that stains our bones, nights that swallow our dreams. Yet I write again, because silence is surrender. We need your help 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@thelovechain.bsky.social
Displacement is not just losing a home it is losing the walls that carried our laughter, the streets that carried our footsteps, the schools that carried our futures. In Gaza we carry only grief, hunger, and the hope that someone remembers we exist. Please save us 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@rodriguezcoello.bsky.social
To be displaced is to lose the map of who you were. In Gaza, we wander through camps and ruins, carrying memories heavier than our bodies. Each step whispers of what was stolen: safety, schools, family, tomorrow. we still need your help to survive 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@realjessicahughes.bsky.social
We have been reduced to shadows my brother and I surviving on hope too thin to hold us. the war has taken our food, our safety, and soon, perhaps, even our names. If your kindness reaches us, it will not be charity: it will be resurrection.🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@ivy.law
Our lives are written now not in notebooks but in rubble, in hunger, in exile. We were children who dreamed of professions, of futures. Today we are only survivors of a war that never ends, praying not to be forgotten. please help me save my family from this war 🙏🏻💔
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@smallderek.bsky.social
Every message I send feels heavier than the last, as though words themselves are exhausted by our pain. My brother and I endure hunger that stains our bones, nights that swallow our dreams. Yet I write again, because silence is surrender. We need your help 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@bounder.info
Displacement is not just losing a home it is losing the walls that carried our laughter, the streets that carried our footsteps, the schools that carried our futures. In Gaza we carry only grief, hunger, and the hope that someone remembers we exist. Please save us 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@tomnguyenstudio.bsky.social
To be displaced is to lose the map of who you were. In Gaza, we wander through camps and ruins, carrying memories heavier than our bodies. Each step whispers of what was stolen: safety, schools, family, tomorrow. we still need your help to survive 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@echtburge.bsky.social
We have been reduced to shadows my brother and I surviving on hope too thin to hold us. the war has taken our food, our safety, and soon, perhaps, even our names. If your kindness reaches us, it will not be charity: it will be resurrection.🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@leenaibrahim.bsky.social
Our lives are written now not in notebooks but in rubble, in hunger, in exile. We were children who dreamed of professions, of futures. Today we are only survivors of a war that never ends, praying not to be forgotten. please help me save my family from this war 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@richardsaundersbu.bsky.social
Every message I send feels heavier than the last, as though words themselves are exhausted by our pain. My brother and I endure hunger that stains our bones, nights that swallow our dreams. Yet I write again, because silence is surrender. We need your help 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@pktbearillustrator.bsky.social
Displacement is not just losing a home it is losing the walls that carried our laughter, the streets that carried our footsteps, the schools that carried our futures. In Gaza we carry only grief, hunger, and the hope that someone remembers we exist. Please save us 💔🙏🏻
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@ellieharwood.bsky.social
To be displaced is to lose the map of who you were. In Gaza, we wander through camps and ruins, carrying memories heavier than our bodies. Each step whispers of what was stolen: safety, schools, family, tomorrow. we still need your help to survive 🙏🏻💔
annas-basil4.bsky.social
@suegreaney.bsky.social
We have been reduced to shadows my brother and I surviving on hope too thin to hold us. the war has taken our food, our safety, and soon, perhaps, even our names. If your kindness reaches us, it will not be charity: it will be resurrection.🙏🏻💔