#HopeInDarkness

Nirmeen82šŸ‰ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹Dalla1982
2025-12-13

I don’t know why I’m not receiving any donations.
Have people’s hearts run out of mercy?
I have three children who need care, clothing, food, and full support to grow up and live like other children around the world.
Please look upon us with compassion and help us.
Your donations mean everything.
  
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Nirmeenneno1982
2025-11-13

@aral

Hello Oral,
I’m Nermin, a mother of 3teenage children living in very difficult conditions after the war. We lost our home and now stay in a torn tent. I suffer from lupus, and my husband is very sick and needs surgery. We have no stable income, and we struggle to get food, medicine, and shelter.
Please, if you can, support or share my story. Any help means a lot.
Thank you so much.

Nermin

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Dr AVADHUTH Mefficonduce
2025-10-17

"The 5th trumpet sounds, darkness looms. Will we heed the call to repentance or succumb to the flames? šŸ”„āœØ "


šŸ‘‰ by The Avadhuta Resilience
writco.in/Poem/P40310172025092

Thaer Farajthaerfaraj87
2025-09-15

What I share here is only a very small part of our story—mine and my children’s—under this war. Behind every word lies fear, hunger, and displacement. Behind every picture, a tear unseen. Our story is filled with pain, yet it is also a cry for life… we hold on to hope despite everything.


gofundme.com/f/help-thaer-give

Salem ThabetSalem_family
2025-08-12

I am now building my beautiful life in the heart of war. I call it a spark of light in the middle of darkness.
I will ask for your help, and I will keep reaching out until I reach my goal.

The first thing I need now is a tent a simple shelter where my wife and I can live.
I need $400 to make this happen.

Please help us and donate through the following link:
steunactie.nl/fundraiser/help-

2025-07-16

This journey calls upon your #courage to engage with the #shadows of our world while embracing the #hope for a brighter #future. Stand firm in your quest for #truth. bit.ly/3Tz8mQW #Awakening #SpiritualJourney #HopeInDarkness
bit.ly/3Tz8mQW

2025-07-12

The world feels off its axis, and yet- there’s still light. Still fire. Still us. These poems aren’t solutions. They’re flares for the ones holding on. Maybe one of them finds you. šŸ’™ #Poetry #HopeInDarkness #BlueskyPoets #WritersOfBluesky #poems

This poem is about surviving by staying loud in spirit, even when forced into silence. It came from the feeling of being expected to shrink—to stop resisting—but realizing that sometimes just existing is resistance. It’s for anyone who’s been told to be quiet and chose instead to burn.

āø»

The Fire Refuses Silence

I’ve bitten my tongue ā€˜til it bled truth,
swallowed the heat just to make peace.
But fire does not shrink when it grows old
it learns to burn without release.

My silence wasn’t silence.
It was kindling.
It was the hum beneath the scream.
It was survival singing soft
through the seams.

They thought I’d hush with time
that ruin would teach me to fold.
But I was forged in backlash,
in stories untold.

I don’t need to shout.
I exist. That’s the riot.
The fire refuses silence
and I refuse quiet.This poem explores a love that was intense, beautiful, and doomed—something fragile pretending to be strong. It’s about the way intimacy can feel like a storm: electric, dangerous, impossible to contain. Even in the wreckage, something survives. This is a poem about the strength that remains after love shatters.

āø»

Glass Heart in a Thunderstorm

We wore our love like armor made of glass,
Fragile shields beneath a sky of storms.
Each touch a spark that threatened to trespass,
Lightning strikes where quiet passion forms.

You spoke in riddles wrapped in velvet night,
A siren song that lured me to the edge.
But thunder rolls beyond the softest light,
And cracks the calm where secrets dare to pledge.

I gather shards of promises you broke,
Piecing truth from shards of whispered lies.
Our story’s flames ignite the midnight smoke
A firestorm beneath unforgiving skies.

Yet in the wreckage, something fierce remains
A heart reborn through loss, and love’s refrains.This poem was written for anyone feeling worn down by the chaos of the world. It’s about collective resilience—the kind that doesn’t roar but endures, that refuses to be broken no matter how heavy the headlines get. We may not come through unscathed, but we will come through.

āø»

We Will Survive This

The air is wrong.
The sky keeps bleeding headlines.
But so do we
we bleed poems,
we bleed kindness,
we bleed truth the world can’t choke.

They want us tired.
They want us fractured, folded.
But we gather.
We hold the line with cracked hands.
We hum lullabies that never forget.

No, we don’t move fast.
But we move.
Together.

And when they say
it’s already too late,
we laugh softly,
and begin again.

We will survive this.
Not untouched.
But unbeaten.This poem explores how pain, chaos, and emotional fragmentation can become a kind of raw, defiant art. It’s about owning every scar, every storm inside, and refusing to edit the truth out of what makes you whole. Beauty isn’t always calm—it’s often carved from the wreckage.

āø»

Canvas of the Broken Mind
A chaos blooms beneath my fractured skin,
Colors collide where anger meets desire.
I paint my scars where silent screams begin,
A twisted dance of flame and funeral pyre.

Your voice, a jester in this court of night,
Mocks shadows lurking in the corners deep.
We chase the ghosts that flicker out of sight,
And cradle secrets that we dare not keep.

Yet in the madness, clarity will shine
A fractured light that breaks the darkest cage.
The wild heart’s art, both broken and divine,
Transforms the pain and fury into rage.

So here I stand, a canvas torn but true,
A masterpiece of chaos born anew.
EngineerFromGazaengfromgaza
2025-05-13

In Gaza, amidst the endless days of war and life under tents, iced drink bags have become our tiny stolen moments. A brief escape from the burning sun, a cold sip that lightens the heaviness of this cruel reality. It’s a simple thing, but in times like these, even the smallest comforts feel like miracles.

🌟 "Jesus is the Light of the World!" 🌟

In times of darkness, His light guides us, brings hope, and shows us the way. Let’s shine His love and truth in our lives and share that light with others!

How has Jesus illuminated your path?

āœØšŸ’– #ChristConfidence

Anime HQanimecomichq
2025-04-03

"Can you truly find hope in the darkest moments? šŸ’”āœØ Let's talk about the power of love and resilience in tough times. What inspires YOU to keep going? 🄺🌸 "

Alexis Adilisalexisadilis
2025-01-20

winter is a political ideology—

Jitzbalajitzbala
2024-12-07

Life isn’t always fireworks, but a butterfly flapping its wings can spark something extraordinary. Let’s search for those ripples together. 🌟#MentalHealthMatters

jiteshbalakrishnan.blog/2024/1

It’s hard to stay hopeful about the state of our democracy, especially as a parent. But I’m challenging myself to find light in the small moments: my kids' laughter, acts of courage, and the strength of our community. How do you hold onto hope? Share your stories below.
#HopeInDarkness

2024-10-29

This journey calls upon your courage to engage with the shadows of our world while embracing the hope for a brighter future. Stand firm in your quest for #truth. bit.ly/3Tz8mQW #Awakening #SpiritualJourney #HopeInDarkness

Klikomoklikomo
2024-10-25

Thoughts and Quotes #18

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In the shadow of tragedy, even in the silence of loss, resilience blooms in the smallest of acts. When darkness surrounds us, the human spirit rises to tend the ground of hope.

@consciousliving

#Resilience #HopeInDarkness #StrengthInTragedy #RiseAbove #HumanSpirit #BloomInAdversity #SilentCourage #NeverGiveUp #LightInTheDark #PowerOfHope

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