I am your sister from the lands of Yemen. By God, I only spoke out of hunger, poverty, and the distress of the situation. May God bear witness. Our circumstances are harsh and you forced me to do this. Please forgive me. My brother is back. Brother Imaniyah. I asked for the right of you. A bag of flour. Brother. We are women. We cannot go out among men. There is still time left for you. My brother. May God honor you. You are men. We are women. We cannot go out and work like you, my brother. Where is the brotherhood of faith in your hearts? We are women of brotherhood, no mercy, no compassion, no humanity ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' My brother, my first words are that I swear to God on the Book of God that I will not lie to you, nor deceive, nor deceive. I am a displaced Yemeni girl. My family and I have 20,000 Yemenis among us in Ayat Al-Shahrb, 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 to insult us and talk. We have to go from the house to the street because we couldn't pay him the rent. The neighbors saw us crying and came back Talk to the neighbors and give us a deadline for the end of the week. We made him swear an oath to God. This will take us out into the street. Have mercy on him and us. Our country is because of this war, and we cannot find food for our day, and I, my brothers and I are living on a embassy. Our father has passed away, may God have mercy on him, and we have no one in this world who has been with us in these harsh circumstances. My younger brothers went out to the street and saw the neighbors eating and stopped at their door to give them bread, even if they broke it, and by God who has the kingdom of the heavens and the earth, they closed the door and expelled them. They came back crying, dying of hunger, and no one left Have mercy on them and give her a holiday, I have made a living, and now blame one of us for helping us with a kilo of flour. I swear to God, I am dying of hunger. My brother, I am a stranger to God and then to you, and I want your help for the sake of God. I implore you, for God’s sake, to love goodness and help me, even if it is 500 Yemeni riyals, by messaging me on WhatsApp on this number 00967716995906 and asking for the name of my card. Send and do not delay, and he will compensate you God is all the best, my brothers Sagar, see how they are, help us, and save us before they throw us out in the street. We become weak or die of hunger. My family and I ask you, by God, if you are able to help, do not be late for us, and may God reward you well.][°] €] €] €] €... '',,,,,,,,;-'-"!;'(')"\|\(/()\|¶€(/)'|\€\>|\≧≫;;/: ;-/;;!;?;"????✓]}>>