DrDarine and her Family
@drdarine.bsky.social
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Our life before the war was a canvas full of colors.Our laughter echoed through the alleys,and our dreams were woven by warm,fearless nights.We lived our little moments as if they were eternal before destruction stole everything,leaving us searching for fragments of our memories.
gofund.me/64e4b049
gofund.me/64e4b049
December 22, 2024 at 6:29 AM
Our life before the war was a canvas full of colors.Our laughter echoed through the alleys,and our dreams were woven by warm,fearless nights.We lived our little moments as if they were eternal before destruction stole everything,leaving us searching for fragments of our memories.
gofund.me/64e4b049
gofund.me/64e4b049
When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
December 9, 2024 at 12:36 PM
When did we start enjoying being photographed in the midst of our tragedies? When did pain become a scene for the lens to capture?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
How did our tears become a spectacle to display? Is it our need for a voice, for an echo? Or is it a hidden desire not to be alone in our sorrows?
When the days were calm,
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
December 6, 2024 at 1:58 PM
When the days were calm,
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
No displacement dragging us into the unknown.
No separation tearing our hearts apart,
No hunger breaking us,
No thirst consuming us.
When the days were calm,
We were like other humans,
Living without pain,
Dreaming without fear,
Loving without limits.
They destroyed our home car and belongings and displaced us repeatedly, leaving us with nothing but tent. We have endured hunger, a severe lack of drinking water, and over 13 months without education, and no hope for a future. Now we live with no money, struggling even for the most basic necessities
November 26, 2024 at 6:01 PM
They destroyed our home car and belongings and displaced us repeatedly, leaving us with nothing but tent. We have endured hunger, a severe lack of drinking water, and over 13 months without education, and no hope for a future. Now we live with no money, struggling even for the most basic necessities