12:50 PM @maher.sallot في اليوم ال١٤١ من الحرب المروعة على غزة، وفي هذا اليوم المميز هو يوم ميلادي، أجد نفسي اعيش في الخيام وسط أطلال الحروب وأصداء الدمار. لقد فقدت أختي وابن عمي وأصدقائي على يد الاحتلال الإسرائيلي، وكل يوم يجلب معه مزيدًا من الألم والحزن.
تنهمر الدموع على وجنتي، ويعتصر قلبي بالأسى والألم، فقد جرحتنا فقدان أحبتنا وأعزائنا. لكننا نواصل الصمود والتحدي، فقد تعلمنا أن الحياة تستمر رغم كل الصعاب.
رغم كل الدمار والموت من حولنا، نحمل في قلوبنا شعلة الأمل والصمود، ونعلم أننا سنبقى قويين ومقاومين. لن يهزمنا الظلام، وسنبقى نحارب من أجل العدالة والحرية والسلام. رحم الله الشهداء وأسكنهم فسيح جناته، وألهمنا الصبر والقوة لمواجهة المحتل .
In the 141st day of the devastating war on Gaza, and on this special day, which is my birthday, I find myself living in tents amidst the ruins of war and echoes of destruction. The Israeli occupation has killed my sister, my cousin, and my friends, and each day brings more pain and sorrow.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and my heart is crushed with grief and pain, as the loss of our loved ones wounds us deeply. But we continue to stand strong and resilient, for we have learned that life goes on despite all adversities.
Despite the destruction and death surrounding us, we carry in our hearts the flame of hope and resilience, knowing that we will remain strong and steadfast. The darkness will not defeat us, and we will continue to fight for justice, freedom, and peace. May Allah have mercy on the martyrs and grant them paradise, and may He grant us patience and strength to face these challenges with courage and determination. 10:47 AM @hindkhoudary Dear World,
It is day 141 of this endless war on Gaza.
I reached to a point where I feel that every I am doing is worthless and useless.
I am not sure if this is how I really feel or is just all the rage inside my heavy heart.
I remember when I was in primary school when I used to write my diaries every single day and hide my notebook.
I used to hide my notebook fearing anyone would read my diaries.
I used to write how I feel, what makes me happy, and what makes me sad.
Today, I am sharing what I feel with more the +1M people.
Sharing my feelings, my insecurities, my fears and thoughts.
My heart is very weak, sometimes I hear it beating so fast.
Every time they bomb my heart beats fast.
This bomb may kill someone I love, or someone else’s family.
I never wanted fame, I only want my home back.
I always felt lonely, maybe because I am a drama queen cancer - but the nights and I never felt this lonely.
The sky and stars have been so beautiful in past couple of days, but it has been so cold.
I miss my favorite warm jacket that is currently either burned or torn under the rubble.
How does it feel to spend the winter without a cup of hot chocolate? Without your favorite comfy pjs?
Nothing feels the same.
Even the colors faded in my eyes.
The North is starving, the south is packed with people homeless under endless fire.
When will this end?
I want this to end right now.
I have gray hair in my head now, my face changed.
We are heartbroken.
Do you hear us? Do you see us?
I miss Montaser, Hamza, Rushdi, Abdullah, Mohammed and Nidal.
I do not want to loose more people I love.
This journey is taking too long.
Please do anything to stop this.
Don’t forget us.
Hind ☀️ 
