Every day, I wake up with a simple intention: to live as if today is the last day of my life. But life, with all its beauty, often collides with an unimaginable darkness. In the blink of an eye, the home I grew up in, filled with memories of love, laughter, and sunsets, is gone—reduced to rubble by forces that claim morality. This is a story of enduring loss, relentless resilience, and the quiet strength we carry as we rise again. As the world around us shifts, we remain—rooted, like the ancient cedars of Lebanon.
Deep within the corners of Farah's mind, an unwavering nightmare loomed, haunting experiences of her past. Living under a suffocating occupation scarred her, leaving deep-rooted PTSD. On random nights, the nightmare would revisit, pulling her back into the harrowing memories, an unending cycle of torment. But Farah, resilient and determined, confronted the nightmare. She wrestled with the lingering nightmare, gradually loosening its grip. Emerging stronger, she channeled her pain into advocacy, standing for peace and illuminating the enduring wounds of injustice. Farah's journey is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a path from the clutches of a nightmare to the liberating embrace of freedom.
