Om sella.
@emwaleed2.bsky.social
ASAR SAMIR
Mother of Sila, Waleed, Qusai, and Kareem
a survivor of the genocide,
a journalist who only wants to secure a dignified life for her children after losing everything.
Mother of Sila, Waleed, Qusai, and Kareem
a survivor of the genocide,
a journalist who only wants to secure a dignified life for her children after losing everything.
I try to comfort them with a little water —
the only thing I have left to give
the only thing I have left to give
October 10, 2025 at 11:41 AM
I try to comfort them with a little water —
the only thing I have left to give
the only thing I have left to give
Our home completely destroyed
October 10, 2025 at 11:40 AM
Our home completely destroyed
The tent that is supposed to protect her has become a trap of sweat, dust, and suffocation no air, no medicine, no rest.
Her nights are filled with crying, her hoarse voice begging for something so small:
Her nights are filled with crying, her hoarse voice begging for something so small:
October 10, 2025 at 11:38 AM
The tent that is supposed to protect her has become a trap of sweat, dust, and suffocation no air, no medicine, no rest.
Her nights are filled with crying, her hoarse voice begging for something so small:
Her nights are filled with crying, her hoarse voice begging for something so small:
My child sella being torn apart by life the way fire devours paper.
Sila’s small body can no longer endure what even adults can’t bear.
Eczema covers her skin, and rashes break out across her face and hands because of the crushing heat inside the tents of death.
Sila’s small body can no longer endure what even adults can’t bear.
Eczema covers her skin, and rashes break out across her face and hands because of the crushing heat inside the tents of death.
October 10, 2025 at 11:38 AM
My child sella being torn apart by life the way fire devours paper.
Sila’s small body can no longer endure what even adults can’t bear.
Eczema covers her skin, and rashes break out across her face and hands because of the crushing heat inside the tents of death.
Sila’s small body can no longer endure what even adults can’t bear.
Eczema covers her skin, and rashes break out across her face and hands because of the crushing heat inside the tents of death.
I am the mother of Sila, Waleed, Qusai, and Kareem —we are in the poor tent right now
I’am a mother of four children who have been deprived of everything, of the simplest rights of childhood, because of this war of extermination.
I’am a mother of four children who have been deprived of everything, of the simplest rights of childhood, because of this war of extermination.
October 10, 2025 at 11:33 AM
I am the mother of Sila, Waleed, Qusai, and Kareem —we are in the poor tent right now
I’am a mother of four children who have been deprived of everything, of the simplest rights of childhood, because of this war of extermination.
I’am a mother of four children who have been deprived of everything, of the simplest rights of childhood, because of this war of extermination.
and her thin body suffers from malnutrition, because food is no longer available as it used to be.
Sometimes we find only a bit of bread and water, and sometimes nothing at all.
She need milk daily😩
Sometimes we find only a bit of bread and water, and sometimes nothing at all.
She need milk daily😩
October 10, 2025 at 11:30 AM
and her thin body suffers from malnutrition, because food is no longer available as it used to be.
Sometimes we find only a bit of bread and water, and sometimes nothing at all.
She need milk daily😩
Sometimes we find only a bit of bread and water, and sometimes nothing at all.
She need milk daily😩
Hello I am Sila’s mother. Again here
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.
October 10, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Hello I am Sila’s mother. Again here
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.
I write today with a heart heavy from all the fear, hunger, and pain that war has brought. My little girl, Sila her beautiful face that once lit up the room with her smile has grown pale.