u/simapato

I am writing this from Mekelle, where we are currently in a very desperate situation. For three days, a heavy storm has been flooding our unfinished home. I am struggling to protect my sick mother and two young nieces from the freezing cold and the rain coming through the walls.

Tomorrow is the holiday, but the prices of basic food (Asbeza) have gone beyond my reach. I stand helpless, unable to provide even a simple meal for these two little girls.

I am reaching out to anyone with a kind heart. If you can stand with us today or offer any support, please send me a Direct Message (DM) immediately. We have nowhere else to turn. Please, listen to your heart and reach out.

"I was just sitting here thinking about how we used to celebrate holidays in Mekelle. My elderly mother and my two kids are already counting the days—there are only 5 days left until the holiday.

I remember when our house was full of life before the war. We used to buy a big sheep, goats, and plenty of chickens and eggs. It was a time of abundance and joy. My mother would be so proud, and the kids’ faces would light up with excitement.

But this year, things feel very different and heavy. Since the war and everything that followed, the responsibility of making this day special is all on me, and I find myself struggling to even imagine a festive table. It hurts to see my children and mother waiting with such big smiles, knowing the weight I am carrying inside.

I just wanted to share this piece of my heart with people who understand our culture and the value of family during these hard times. Sometimes the memories are all we have, but the reality of today is a hard mountain to climb alone."