“I am staying up late because I want to pray Qiyam al-Layl (the night prayer).”
The night (had) a special kind of peace. Walking, standing on the balcony, looking at the street with a cup of tea… I miss those days, my brother. Even if it was the winter season, I would still enjoy those moments.
Sometimes I feel like the constant thinking and stress will break me. Honestly, I don’t know what to do with my life anymore. I am scared and constantly worried about my father, my mother, and my brother Ahmed. There is random gunfire around us, and the yellow line keeps getting closer and closer. I don’t know where I can go or what I can do.
What scares me the most is thinking about the future… If no one helps us and the support through the link does not reach us, how will we be able to get food, water, and our basic needs? We are trying to hold on with everything we have, but this situation has become beyond what we can handle. I just need some hope and support so we can keep going.
