I love you, and I hate them

Salam. I hope you are well. I love you, and I hate them. And It's not fear I struggle with; it's the mental breakdowns, and the overwhelming frustration.

It's hell on earth for a million children. It's the unanswered questions. It's the darkness; a darkness that should've been the cage for the child-killers, not for the children themselves..

I have a bad headache. And a terrible anxiety, that I'll lose my family before this ends. If sacrificing myself could stop it all, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. I just can't bear the thought of losing even one more person I love.

I move from one awful nightmare to another, even more dreadful, as if my entire life is an endless chain of horrors. Even death now seems like a beautiful dream; one that might save me from torment and suffering.

I just woke up from the most terrifying nightmare of my life. We were in our home when the occupation forces attacked us from every direction; until they were inside our house. I don't want to tell you what happened next, and you wouldn't be able to imagine it. What's truly horrifying is that this isn't just a nightmare or a figment of my imagination; it's a brutal reality my people have been living since the beginning of the genocide. No one has been able to save any of them. And now, we're simply waiting for our turn.

MEMORIES

19 MAY 2025

I'm so tired..

I'm so tired of surviving the unsurvivable. My heart is shattered. My mind is sick, and I think of the hundreds of my people slaughtered every day; not treated as humans, not even as numbers.

I needed to be treated as a human. But now, I just wish I could become a number!!

"Humanitarian pause"? "Humanitarian aid"?

So after all, we are human!

Live with true humanity, or die fighting for it!