On a tragic day in August, I lost half of my life… my husband was martyred on the 7th of August, leaving behind two young daughters and another child yet to be born. The feeling of emptiness and grief is beyond words, and life changed in an instant.
I am now alone, carrying the responsibility of raising my little girls, trying to find strength amid great sorrow. Every passing day brings new challenges, especially securing the basic needs for my daughters and the baby on the way, like milk and diapers—without them, life becomes even harder.
This story is not just about loss, but about resilience, about love that never ends, and about hope that rises even in the darkest moments.
