A Plea from the Heart: I Am Fatima, and This Is My Story
My name is Fatima, a teacher from Gaza. I used to work in a small school I loved dearly, planting hope in the hearts of children and teaching them that tomorrow could be better. But the war took everything away. My school was bombed, I lost my job, and our home was reduced to rubble. Yet, I refused to give up. I set up a small tent amid the destruction and continued teaching children, showing them that knowledge is a light that cannot be extinguished, even in the darkest times.
My husband, Akram, was my partner and pillar of support. But he was severely injured in an attack targeting civilians. His abdominal injuries are so severe that he can no longer work or even lift basic items. Every day, I see the pain in his eyes and feel the weight of helplessness, but I try to stay strong for him and for our children.
Our eldest, Manar, is four years old, and she’s missing out on her childhood amidst this devastation. Our youngest, Ibrahim, was born under bombardment just a year ago. He has suffered greatly due to the lack of milk and proper medical care. Yet, sometimes, he smiles, and in those brief moments, I find the strength to keep going.
We now live in a fragile tent that doesn’t shield us from the cold or rain. Every day is a new battle for survival. I write these words while holding my children’s hands, with nothing left but my faith in God and the hope that your kind hearts will hear our plea.
Please help us provide milk and food for our children, ease Akram’s pain, and rebuild even a small part of the life the war has destroyed. Every donation, no matter how small, makes a big difference in our lives.
I ask you to share our story and be our support during this harsh and unforgiving time.
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could i offer you some round bears in these trying times?
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🌼 poems that set me free in april (even for a short while) 🌼
Stranger, an Armenian folk poem (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
Dawn Does Not Break in the West, Eghishe Charenc (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
The Rope Looped Itself, Hamo Sahyan (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry”)
The Analysis of Yearning (Garod), Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")
I Can Give Myself To Her by Yosano Akiko
“I was thinking…” by Elena Shvarts (tr. by Stephanie Sandler)
Love by Bob Hicok
Note for My Wall by Charles Bukowski
Here and Now by Peter Balakian
The Sound of Trees by Robert Frost
A Kind Of Loss by Ingeborg Bachmann
Excuses For Why We Failed At Love by Warsan Shire
‘One Heart’ by Franz Wright
Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara
I Have a Terrible Cold by Fernando Pessoa
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) by Emily Dickinson
Wet Evening in April by Patrick Kavanagh
You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke
For M by Mikko Harvey
“Little Crazy Love Song” by Mary Oliver
don’t apologize for your appearance don’t apologize for your hobbies don’t apologize for the food you eat and enjoy don’t apologize for taking time for yourself stop apologizing unless you are actually in debt and owe it!!!! existence isn’t a reason to be sorry
“Is that all?" she whispered.
Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.”
HAPPY ST MARKS EVE
telling my kids this was the dead poets society
where’s that justin mcelroy post when i need it
I identify as blue sargent in all ways except physical (i am 5'9")