Absent MeaningsIn recent days, a bitter certainty has taken root within me: that those who survive genocide do not emerge from it as they once were; survival itself leaves behind a hidden void in the soul—one that cannot be seen, yet is deeply felt
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Absent Meanings
In recent days, a bitter certainty has taken root within me: that those who survive genocide do not emerge from it as they once were; survival itself leaves behind a hidden void in the soul—one that cannot be seen, yet is deeply felt.
I survived genocide, yet my survival was not complete. I found myself facing an illness with no clear origin, as if it were an extension of what has accumulated within—of the weight of experience and the harshness of what we have endured.
Last night was so painful that I believed its end might be my own end as well. I went through a severe relapse, during which I felt, for moments, as if my soul was being silently pulled away, as if life were gently and painfully slipping from me, beyond resistance.
I fell asleep, and the last thing on my mind was my loved ones, and how I might leave them behind in this world. I fell asleep believing it might be my final sleep.
Today, I realize that simply remaining until this moment is not something ordinary, but closer to a quiet, inexplicable miracle.
I write these words not in search of pity, but in search of sincere support, warm solidarity, and a humane word that might help me continue on this path.
Whoever is able to offer support, I ask them not to hesitate. For a week now, I have received no support.
Support link for my family
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https://gofund.me/83e09b493
#Gaza
#Palestine
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Absent Meanings
In recent days, a bitter certainty has taken root within me: that those who survive genocide do not emerge from it as they once were; survival itself leaves behind a hidden void in the soul—one that cannot be seen, yet is deeply felt.
I survived genocide, yet my survival was not complete. I found myself facing an illness with no clear origin, as if it were an extension of what has accumulated within—of the weight of experience and the harshness of what we have endured.
Last night was so painful that I believed its end might be my own end as well. I went through a severe relapse, during which I felt, for moments, as if my soul was being silently pulled away, as if life were gently and painfully slipping from me, beyond resistance.
I fell asleep, and the last thing on my mind was my loved ones, and how I might leave them behind in this world. I fell asleep believing it might be my final sleep.
Today, I realize that simply remaining until this moment is not something ordinary, but closer to a quiet, inexplicable miracle.
I write these words not in search of pity, but in search of sincere support, warm solidarity, and a humane word that might help me continue on this path.
Whoever is able to offer support, I ask them not to hesitate. For a week now, I have received no support.
Support link for my family️️️
https://gofund.me/83e09b493
#Gaza
#Palestine@nada I'm glad you're still here my friend
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@nada I'm glad you're still here my friend
@loubadour Thank you, your presence means a lot to me.
