Hello from the other side

Hello from the other side. Hello from a mother, from a teacher, from a sister. I only pray for one thing; that no human regardless of his religion, regardless of his colour, regardless of anything to see, to hear or to live what we are living here. We are kind here to the level we don’t share our suffering to break your beautiful hearts.

People here are like zombies. They need food, clean water - only bombing stops them.

Bad news - many teachers were killed.  Students - no news.  I saw many of my students crying on media. I barely recognized them as they were covered with blood.

I miss the light of my fridge, the light of my lamps, the light of my oven, the light of my phone, the light of my T.V, the light of hope, the light of peace, the light of the bright future.

I only have the light of endless strikes here.