Standing on the Edge
🥺 How many times have we stood on the edge? 💔
🍽️ On the edge of hunger 🥺, when there was nothing left to eat, and we went to sleep with empty stomachs, hoping tomorrow might be kinder. 😭
⛺ On the edge of homelessness 💔, forced to leave not only our house, but our tent, our memories, and the place where we grew up—the place that once made us feel we belonged. 🥺
💥 On the edge of death 😭, as explosions came closer and every passing moment felt like it could be our last. 💔
🆘 On the edge of despair ❤️🩹, when days passed without a single donation or helping hand, and we could no longer afford even the most basic necessities, sinking deeper into debt just to survive. 🥺
🏥 On the edge of helplessness 💔, when my mother desperately needed medical care, doctor's visits, surgery, and medicine, yet we simply could not afford the cost. 😭
🥀 This has been our reality—not for a day or a week, but for far too long. 💔
🙏 We are not asking for luxury. We are asking for the chance to live with dignity, to feed our family, to care for my mother, and simply to survive. ❤️🩹
As for the final line of this testimony from a survivor of genocide, I leave it blank for you to complete—with the measure of your humanity. If words fail, let your heart speak. And if you cannot change the world, perhaps you can change the world of one family still holding on to hope. 🥺💔🙏❤️🩹🍉