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am your sis­ter from Yemen, and by Allah I only spoke out of hunger and dis­tress. My moth­er, my broth­ers, and I lessons and tears. We are in a sit­u­a­tion that only God knows about. God is suf­fi­cient for us, and He is the best dis­pos­er of affairs for those who brought us to this sit­u­a­tion. By Allah Almighty, I did not write this appeal out of dis­tress and dis­tress. Pover­ty, O world, they have felt it So, I hope for you. By Allah Almighty, Lord of the Great Throne, he ate what I had in the house. By Allah, my broth­ers, he is my broth­ers by sit­ting in the house. Who has no food? By God, we are in a very dif­fi­cult sit­u­a­tion. We have 4 peo­ple enter­ing the house, and my father has died, and there is no one who can depend on us and who lives in it.We live in a rent­ed house because we can­not pay the rent we owe. ””””””””””””””””””””” ””””””””””””””””””””””””’ ””””””””””””””””””””””””’ ””””””’ My broth­er, my first words are: I swear to God that I will not lie to you or deceive you. I am a Yemeni girl dis­placed from the war. My fam­i­ly and I live in a rent­ed house in Al-Shahrab 20,000 Yeme­nis amongs, and now we owe 60,000 for 3 months. The own­er of the house is one of the peo­ple who does not have mer­cy, by God, my broth­er. He comes every day, insult­ing us, talk­ing about us, and mov­ing from the house to the street because we were unable to pay him the rent. The neigh­bors saw us cry­ing and came back.They came back to talk to the neigh­bors and we were giv­en the week­end. So we made him swear by God. He will take us out into the street. Have mer­cy on him and us. Our coun­try is due to this war and we do not find food for our day, and my broth­ers and I live in a dif­fi­cult life. Our father died, may God have mer­cy on him, and we have no one in this world who was with us in these harsh cir­cum­stances. My younger broth­ers went out into the street and saw…The neigh­bors eat and stand at their door in order to give them bread even if they break it. By God, to whom belongs the domin­ion of the heav­ens and the earth, they closed the door and expelled them and came back cry­ing. They are dying of hunger. No one has mer­cy on them and a hol­i­day is returned. I have made a liv­ing, and now if us helps us with a kilo of flour, I swear to God, I am dying of hunger. My broth­er, I am an alien to God. Then, I ask you to help me for the sake of God. I ask you, by God, to love good­ness and to help me, even if you can, by mes­sag­ing me on WhatsApp.On this num­ber 00967779509554 and ask for the name of my card and send it and do not be late and may God reward you with all the best, my broth­ers Sagar, see how they are and help us and save us before they throw us out in the street, you will be lost or we will die of hunger. My fam­i­ly and I ask you, by God, if you are able to help us, do not be late and may God reward you well..‘/–~«««~~♡~♡‘~~~¿‘¿‘¿~¡¡‘¡~¡~☆~☆‘▪︎‘☆‘▪︎‘☆‘▪︎‘▪︎‘▪︎‘▪︎‘▪︎~▪︎~▪︎▪︎~ ☆‘~‘▪︎☆“|‘▪︎☆‘▪︎▪︎‘▪︎¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡.….…..

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