Help Lina Rebuild Her Life and Home

The Jewish religion believes in Tzedekah (sending money to people in need) and Teshuva (repairing what is destroyed.)

It is with that, that I ask everyone to meet Lina, a friend of faith. With the power of prayer, we can care for each other ❤️‍

please help Lina rebuild her home

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Lina in her words:

‏Hi, I’m Lina. I’m 22 years old, and I’m the only survivor of the massacre that the occupation carried out against my family. On February 27, 2024, I lost 35 members of my family in a single moment. Since that day, my life has been on hold. I feel like my present and future have turned to ash. My dreams were shattered, and my education was interrupted. Everything stopped — my world came to a grinding halt.

‏Since that day, I’ve been under an immense amount of pressure. I’ve reached a point where I don’t even know how to make a decision anymore. Every choice I make feels like I’m forced into it. And with each decision, I feel regret. I was forced to choose a path that I thought would help me forget, but the truth is, *I never forgot*.

‏No matter how hard I tried to move on, I’m still stuck in the events of the past, but honestly, I live those moments every day, as though time hasn’t passed.

‏In a moment everything changed. My home was destroyed while I was outside. One moment, it was a six-story building, and the next, it was reduced to rubble. The destruction was so sudden and violent that it left me in shock. I suffered from a nervous breakdown and lost touch with reality. I don’t even know how to explain the feeling. It’s like my entire world vanished in an instant.

‏I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel lost. I just want to escape from all this thinking, from this place where I’ve lost everyone I loved. I want to leave behind the blood, the killing, and the war. I just want to start over, to begin a new life free of the fear that it could all be destroyed again.

‏I deserve a better life. I deserve the chance to rebuild, to breathe, and to find peace after everything I’ve lost. Every day feels like a struggle, but I won’t give up. The pain is endless, but I am still here, and I will keep going. I just want a chance to feel alive again. To feel whole again.

‏I hope my story can inspire someone, somewhere, to understand the depth of the loss and the resilience it takes to survive. I’m still fighting ❤️‍