I can’t say much

I can't say much. AIl I can say is that today I felt suffocating anxiety and mental torture as I sat by the sea, trying in vain to find a moment of peace.

My thoughts were with the children who live on this same shore, the ones who were waiting for us in the freezing cold for winter clothes, and with the other children who were not lucky enough that time.

The children were wearing only a single piece of clothing. Most of their clothes were dirty, stripped of even the smallest trace of childhood. The cold did not leave their bodies untouched; it drained them of innocence and filled them with cold, harshness, and a deep sense of abandonment.

Families waited for us at the doors of their tents, hoping for whatever clothes we had brought for their children. When the clothes packages ran out, there were still children in the camp waiting with their families. I had no choice but to promise them that I would come back, with enough clothes for everyone.

I cannot search for comfort or peace after witnessing, with my own eyes, how childhood is stripped away from children, day after day.

I cannot feel warm while children are cold. And all l can do is plead with the world to feel them, and to look at them with mercy and responsibility.

My heart is heavy with helplessness, responsibility, and unbearable sorrow. I am willing to exhaust my body and my soul, to break myself from the inside, if it means that even one child can have something to protect them from the cold.

Because if we choose to ignore this, we choose for them to sleep shivering. And if we choose to act, we give them back a small part of their right to life.

l am writing this post overwhelmed by pain and grief over what has happened to us. I write it asking people to donate, even a small part of their privileges, for the sake of hundreds of children and their families living on the shores of Nuseirat.

The cost of one child's jacket is only $15.

Please, let me return once again to the children who are waiting for me. The link to #WarmHeartsNusierat in my bio. Thank you

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