I don’t know how to scream anymore, because even my silence is tired. I’m not just a girl from Gaza — I’m a soul that’s been cracked a thousand times. I carry invisible wounds, and every day I wake up pretending I’m okay just so I don’t break down again. 🙏💔 GFM: gofund.me/4e333f55
I’ve lost people I loved. I’ve lost places that felt like home I’ve lost the version of myself that used to dream freely The air I breathe feels heavy, filled with fear, grief, and noise that never stops Please help me hold on The donation link is in bio Your kindness can be the reason I keep going
I shared the one under, dear Reem. Praying for you, and demanding every day that my country stop this and help you live.
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