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“As I look back on the past year, I realize that my journey as a refugee has been one of the most challenging yet transformative experiences of my life. Being forced to leave my home and flee to a foreign land due to war and conflict was undoubtedly one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I found hope and saw positive things that emerged from the war. Despite the difficult circumstances, I have seen communities come together and support each other in ways I never thought possible. I have also had the opportunity to meet people from all over the world and learn about their cultures, languages, and traditions, which has expanded my worldview and enriched my life. It’s not making war romantic, a lot of people have died, but in the middle of the darkness there’s always some light” #notmypost #war #ayearagođź”™ #refugees #hardchoices #hope #stopwar


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