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Three Times Death Missed Me: A War Survivor’s Story Nine years ago, the war in my country, Yemen—specifically in the city of Taiz—took a violent turn. At the time, I was a university student with a dream and a future ahead of me. But everything changed overnight when the Houthis stormed into our area. They destroyed everything beautiful. My entire family was forced to flee. Only my brother and I stayed behind in our home, leaving my mother in tears. Imagine a life where you’re only allowed outside for one hour a day to buy necessities—that was our reality. I’ll never forget those days. Our house was surrounded by violence, bloodshed, and shelling. My brother and I took shelter on the first floor, praying we’d make it through each night. I remember going to bed not knowing if I’d wake up alive the next morning. My dreams quickly faded. My only goal became survival. The first time I escaped death was during one of those desperate trips to buy essentials See more 👇
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Heardle.eth
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Fierce clashes were erupting in the streets, and I had to sprint behind a wall for cover. Beside me was a man from my neighborhood—we were walking side by side. Suddenly, I saw him drop. I turned toward him in disbelief. This was a man with three children who depended on him. I hit the ground and pulled him toward me, only to see that a bullet had pierced his head. His brain spilled into my hands. That moment shattered something inside me. I’ve never fully recovered. I kept asking myself, “Why him and not me?” After all, I was standing in the bullet’s path. The answer? I was a few inches shorter than he was. The bullet missed me by the width of two fingers. I was devastated. I stayed there lying beside him for three hours, still holding him, waiting for the fighting to calm down. I cried uncontrollably, thinking about his wife and children—hungry, waiting at home for a father who would never return. The tragedy was beyond words. See more 👇
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