Trying to survive the cold, the silence, and the wait.
Every small help is a step back to life.
I took my meds and bought warm clothes for my girls. But my back still aches — I wish it could feel like before the war.
Majd tries, but he can’t gather firewood daily. We’re tired of smoke.
We wish to see gas like others…
but it’s $250 💔
Please bring joy to my girls.
I took my meds and bought warm clothes for my girls. But my back still aches — I wish it could feel like before the war.
Majd tries, but he can’t gather firewood daily. We’re tired of smoke.
We wish to see gas like others…
but it’s $250 💔
Please bring joy to my girls.
You hold your child close, but your arms ache. You try to calm her, but the wind is louder than your voice.
She says, “Mama, I’m cold,”
and you have nothing dry left to give her.
So you just cry… quietly,
so she won’t.
You hold your child close, but your arms ache. You try to calm her, but the wind is louder than your voice.
She says, “Mama, I’m cold,”
and you have nothing dry left to give her.
So you just cry… quietly,
so she won’t.