Death doesn’t scare me

Death doesn't scare me. What scares me is the thought that I may never feel like myself again. Life doesn't feel real to me anymore, yet I keep holding on to it.

Thank you to everyone who has helped me survive the unimaginable so far, with your support and empathy. It once made me feel alive. These days, I wish it still could. I still feel alone, even with you, because whatever strength I find is quickly consumed by the reality l'm living in.

And maybe what makes it even harder is that, I carry a sensitive soul, in the middle of hell.

Prepared my book, which is a collection of my diaries, throughout the last two and a half years, through the link in my bio.

Also, please continue supporting the WHN campaign, the link is also in my bio. This time, my goal is to support vulnerable families individually by helping meet their basic needs.

A portion of the funds will also be allocated to my friend Moaz, to help him get waterproof coverings for his damaged home. In addition, I aim to provide 50 special reusable delivery gown to the labor wards at Al Awda hospital.

So far, this campaign has provided around 13,000 items to the people in the tents and school shelter in my camp: including 1,200 winter blankets, 150 waterproof coverings, 330 pillows, 5,850 winter clothes and Eid outfits for children, 1,000 children's shoes, 811 school bags with stationery, as well as towels and socks. Tens of desperate families were supported by cash.

All of this has been made possible by the grace of God, and then by your support. I have only been a means.