The homes are no longer as they were, and neither are their people as we once knew them… as if everything had been extinguished in a single moment, leaving behind a silence that does not resemble life
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The homes are no longer as they were, and neither are their people as we once knew them… as if everything had been extinguished in a single moment, leaving behind a silence that does not resemble life.
That place was never just a passing job; it was a whole life breathing with us. We lived its small details as if they were extra years added to our own, giving it from our souls as much as it gave us of its existence. Every corner carried a hidden pulse, every morning held a new story, until we no longer knew where the place ended and where we began.
I used to feel that my presence there had meaning, that I left a trace not seen by the eye, but felt deep within things… like quiet footsteps written into the memory of walls, remaining after their people have left, whispering that they once passed by here.
And I had a companion on the path who never left my side, working beside me…
a brother before being a colleague, a friend before being a support,
a shoulder when everything grew heavy, and a quiet reassurance that slipped through the noise of days, restoring balance to the soul when it tilted.
But war… left nothing as it was.
It spared neither the work as it once was, nor the companion of that place, nor those small details that once gave life its meaning and hidden warmth. It scattered what days had gathered with long patience.
The place has gone in its original form, and with it went people who once gave it its soul… and we remain, carrying a heavy memory that cannot be spoken, trying only to remember without breaking further.
Forgive us when we weaken, when patience breaks within us for a moment;
for what we carry is greater than words can say, heavier than can be told, and deeper than language can ever do justice to…
#Gaza
#Palestine
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The homes are no longer as they were, and neither are their people as we once knew them… as if everything had been extinguished in a single moment, leaving behind a silence that does not resemble life.
That place was never just a passing job; it was a whole life breathing with us. We lived its small details as if they were extra years added to our own, giving it from our souls as much as it gave us of its existence. Every corner carried a hidden pulse, every morning held a new story, until we no longer knew where the place ended and where we began.
I used to feel that my presence there had meaning, that I left a trace not seen by the eye, but felt deep within things… like quiet footsteps written into the memory of walls, remaining after their people have left, whispering that they once passed by here.
And I had a companion on the path who never left my side, working beside me…
a brother before being a colleague, a friend before being a support,
a shoulder when everything grew heavy, and a quiet reassurance that slipped through the noise of days, restoring balance to the soul when it tilted.
But war… left nothing as it was.
It spared neither the work as it once was, nor the companion of that place, nor those small details that once gave life its meaning and hidden warmth. It scattered what days had gathered with long patience.
The place has gone in its original form, and with it went people who once gave it its soul… and we remain, carrying a heavy memory that cannot be spoken, trying only to remember without breaking further.
Forgive us when we weaken, when patience breaks within us for a moment;
for what we carry is greater than words can say, heavier than can be told, and deeper than language can ever do justice to…
#Gaza
#Palestine@nada I fully understand. I'm sorry for you, for all your people, beyond words.
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@nada I fully understand. I'm sorry for you, for all your people, beyond words.
@Hirundo_sylvatica Thank you for your kind feelings. -
The homes are no longer as they were, and neither are their people as we once knew them… as if everything had been extinguished in a single moment, leaving behind a silence that does not resemble life.
That place was never just a passing job; it was a whole life breathing with us. We lived its small details as if they were extra years added to our own, giving it from our souls as much as it gave us of its existence. Every corner carried a hidden pulse, every morning held a new story, until we no longer knew where the place ended and where we began.
I used to feel that my presence there had meaning, that I left a trace not seen by the eye, but felt deep within things… like quiet footsteps written into the memory of walls, remaining after their people have left, whispering that they once passed by here.
And I had a companion on the path who never left my side, working beside me…
a brother before being a colleague, a friend before being a support,
a shoulder when everything grew heavy, and a quiet reassurance that slipped through the noise of days, restoring balance to the soul when it tilted.
But war… left nothing as it was.
It spared neither the work as it once was, nor the companion of that place, nor those small details that once gave life its meaning and hidden warmth. It scattered what days had gathered with long patience.
The place has gone in its original form, and with it went people who once gave it its soul… and we remain, carrying a heavy memory that cannot be spoken, trying only to remember without breaking further.
Forgive us when we weaken, when patience breaks within us for a moment;
for what we carry is greater than words can say, heavier than can be told, and deeper than language can ever do justice to…
#Gaza
#Palestine@nada I am very sorry for your suffering. Please know that your words always move me
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@nada I am very sorry for your suffering. Please know that your words always move me
