The Lonely Voice Of Man (1978) By Alexander Sokurov

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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please boost their post — it could be your good deed for today !

romance is overrated asf; we should all just have teacher attachment /j

shes so pretty and kind i might kms i love how she praises me and all that shit i love her sm

oh to be an esoteric female diarist, spending her days yearning and feeling all and nothing

gentle reminder you can rise up from everything. you can recreate yourself. nothing is permanent. you are not stuck. you have choices. you can think new thoughts. you can learn something new. you can create new habits. all that matters is that you decide today and never look back.

i hate going to bed cuz it reminds me of how lonely i am and how much i wish to have someone to talk to, not just someone to talk to

Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1947-1955

If you love freedom but you don't care about it applying to all, what you actually love is privilege.

the feminine urge to become fluent in every language on earth so I can read literature in poetry in their native tongues to get the full effect