by corrie | Oct 12, 2025 | Dagbók
Until when will I remain a refugee in my own homeland? Until when will I remain a refugee in my own homeland? A question that echoes deep inside me every morning, when I open my eyes to a reality without shape or promise. No home to return to, no job to sustain my...
by corrie | Oct 11, 2025 | Dagbók
The war has ended… Mixed feelings… I can’t quite describe them. Two years have passed — yet they feel like a lifetime. Between the sounds of bombings, running through the rubble, and waiting for a dawn that never came. Today they say the war has stopped, but inside...
by corrie | Oct 9, 2025 | Dagbók
Mixed feelings… I can’t quite describe them Mixed feelings… I can’t quite describe them. Two years have passed — yet they feel like a lifetime. Between the sounds of bombings, running through the rubble, and waiting for a dawn that never came. Today they say the war...
by corrie | Oct 8, 2025 | Dagbók
If only time could rewind and let us pause right there If only time could rewind and let us pause right there — before everything changed, before fear took root in our days, before our dreams were scattered like dust in the wind. Maybe then, October 8 would not just...
by corrie | Oct 7, 2025 | Dagbók
As if twenty years had passed… Yet it’s been only two — two years that carried within their days what entire lifetimes could not. On October 7, 2023, the first echoes of war roared, and with them began a long tale of pain whose chapters have yet to end, even today —...
