As I Sit Here, In That Dark Room, I Remember Everything About My Father. How He Used To Laugh When I

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"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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hey everyone, it's not urgent but i have to save up some money so i can finally get a driving license later this year, so i have some links and stuff here where you can support me financially (if you want to)!

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sea-hipster-wolf

5 years ago

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sea-hipster-wolf

3 years ago

The Zhongli part got me like

When you play with their hair

-Although Zhongli has never been the biggest fan of physical affection, he adores when you play with his hair

- he will often come back from missions with the traveler, his hair a complete mess and ask you if you can fix it for him, to which you happily agree

- he likes to sit in between your legs, his back facing you as you happily fix his hair, pulling it back into its normal ponytail

-he occasionally will allow you to braid his hair as well, as long as he isnt going into the funeral parlor that day, mostly to avoid Hu Tao’s childish teasing.

-He likes when you tell him stories while you are fixing his hair, he loves to hear about your day.

-he has fallen asleep while you play with his hair quite often, slightly leaning his back into you.

-if you two are going to an event together, he always asks you to do his hair for it, could he do it himself? Of course, but he enjoys the way your eyes light up whenever he asks

-he truly believes there is nothing better after a stressful day then coming home to you and letting you do whatever you please to his hair

-he also loves to do your hair as well if you’d like him too, he’s not great at it but you never fuss over it and it makes his heart flutter

-Ganyu is, at most points of her day either stressing, working, or stressing over work. Calm moments are a rarity for her, but when she does get them she prefers to spend them with you

-She would be extremely shy about it at first, sitting in comfortable silence, her hands resting in her lap as she listened intently to whatever story you were telling that day, eyeing your hands as she thought about asking but always shook the idea off

-Once she finally had got the courage to ask it came out panicked and as if she was unsure of the request herself.

-But you gave her a kind smile and nodded before gently running your hand through her hair, careful to avoid her horns

-Since then it’s been her favorite thing you do with her.

-She could sit there for hours with you, just letting your hands flow through her hair, whether you were braiding it, or brushing it, or even just running your hands through it, she just adores it

-When she’s had a particularly rough day she’ll put her head in your lap, gently placing her hands on your thighs as you work through the small amount of knots her hair had gathered that day.

-Will normally fall asleep on your lap a couple minutes later.

Childe

- Ah when it comes to Childe, although he does love it, he will always tease you as your gently running your hands through his hair

- though if you stop he will immediately look up at you with a confused and slightly concerned expression.

“Why’d you stop?” to which you smile and shake your head before continuing.

-he’d smile proudly before closing his eyes again.

-although he hate to admit it, you are way better at playing with his hair than he is with playing with yours, the soft and tender movements isn’t something he’s very used to

-which is another reason he really does love when you do it, you are so soft and careful when you are brushing, or brading, or running your fingers through his hair. He simply can’t get enough of it, though he’d never tell you that straight up.

-if hes in a particularly cuddly mood he may stop you in the middle of you brushing it and wrap his arms around your wait and pull you into him, kissing your forehead

-or if he’s doing your hair he may take moment to mutter something about how much he loves you in your ear, or wrap his arms around you, resting his own head on top of your own

- Yae really doesn’t care for anybody getting in her personal space, much less playing with her hair, so it’s normally completely out of the question

- but if you’ve had a rough day, she just may make an exception for you. Sitting down gently in front of you and gently pushing her hair behind her shoulders, so you could reach it.

“Go on now, I don’t mind” she’d say gently, not turning to you so you couldn’t see the light blush that would start to rise to her cheeks as you slowly traced your fingers through her hair

-she would never admit but, you and Ei were probably the only ones she would let touch her hair

-she would let you braid it, as long as you took them out before she needed to get to the shrine, though once or twice she would allow you to leave them in.

- admiring the braids throughout the day, though if asked she wouldn’t say you were the one who did them, unless it was Ei, to which she’d cross her arms and nod, leaving it at that.

-If you ask to play with her hair, Yae will simply give a playful tease and a soft chuckle.

“~Not today little one~, perhaps another day” she responded kindly as she’d reach out and boop your nose lightly.

-Yae however does quite enjoy doing your hair if you allow her to.

- She’ll give you the most exquisite hair styles, and take a lot of pride in them as well

“Well of course it’s gorgeous, with you as a model, and me as the hairdresser how can it not be.”

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sea-hipster-wolf

2 years ago

gonna be doing a stripping game with 4dante on my twitter to celebrate 9k followers there <3

(if you have a twitter acc and would like to contribute to taking his clothes off, the tweet is here :) )

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sea-hipster-wolf

5 years ago

I dont know what I made XD.

I was going to do something cool but then this happened. I actually kinda like it

As I Sit Here, In That Dark Room, I Remember Everything About My Father. How He Used To Laugh When I

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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