It is a difficult feeling after you were stable and happy in your life and you are forced by certain circumstances to start from scratch. The problem is not where we will start. The problem is that I search a lot for zero and I did not find it. Where will I start? Where is the place where I will start and what is the time and what are the available capabilities? Oh God, have mercy.
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Help my children, my children, they are not to blame for this war. They have been deprived of their most basic rights.๐๐๐ญ๐ญ
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I miss eating delicious things, my children and I, things we love very much๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฝ๐ญ๐๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅญ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฅฅ๐
๐ถ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ง
๐ฝ๐ฅฆ๐ฅ๐ฅฌ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐โ๐ซ๐ง๐ฅฏ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฅฉ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅช๐ฅจ๐ญ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฅซ๐ซ๐ฅฃ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ฅ๐ฑ๐๐ฅก๐ค๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆช๐๐ฉ
Be gentle with us, life, for we are not as we were before. Many things have changed in us and we have become remnants of a soul. Neither our voice nor our laughter remains as they were, nor do joys make us happy, nor do sorrows make us cry, nor does our eagerness remain our eagerness. We have become strangers even to ourselves. Be gentle with us, for we are the last cry of a generation that we do not know whether it is being born or dying. We have grown old and mysterious anxiety has become our constant companion and scatter us. Even tears no longer fall alone, but with them fall friends, the absent, and beautiful memories. Our feelings have frozen, and every day something inside us dies because of the many farewells we have had.... Be gentle with us... Be gentle with us