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My name is Layan. In my family, they call me a daughter, a sister, a provider, and a pillar of strength. But beneath this armor of resilience, there is a child—a child who is simply tired of playing the role of an adult. 🥺
They call me the "healer of hearts" in the remnants of a home where the walls are weary and the air is heavy with insecurity. I spend my days trying to breathe life into my parents' exhausted spirits, and I guard the fragile innocence of my little brother, who is desperately trying to play in the shadow of this ordeal. I carry their worries, I bottle up their fears, and I offer them smiles that feel like shards of glass. 💔
But who carries me? 😟
In the quiet of the night, I grieve for the girl I was supposed to be. I ache for the simplicity of childhood; for the luxury of being hungry only for food, not for safety; for the freedom to laugh without guilt; and for the right to dream without the crushing weight of tomorrow. I am a child who has lived a lifetime of genocide and has yet to survive it. 😭
My childhood was stolen, not by time, but by a genocide that no child should ever have to witness. My heart is full of love for my family, but it is also heavy with a silence that asks: How much can one heart hold before it breaks? ❤️🩹 I am not asking for pity. I am asking to be seen. I am asking you to remember that I am a soul longing for the simple human right to live, to pursue my dreams, and to exist without the constant fear of tomorrow.
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