My little Sila💜
It's not your fault you were born into war,
Growing up in a tent, in the cold, without a home or safety.
Your milk carries the scent of firewood smoke,
And I know you hurt when I leave you crying as I cook for hours.
I’m doing all I can to keep your light shining
You are God’s gift to me in this war—
And I pray life will be gentler for you, my sweet girl.
Please consider donating—so her light can keep shining, and her smile stays as bright as her spirit
Chuffed
Help Asar and her family survive the genocide
Imagine waking up to find your home reduced to rubble, destroying everything you had and leaving you with nowhere to turn for safety and security. ...
