The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Guys, while the world is busy with other wars, Gaza is being forgotten.
We are still here, living through days that are harder than words can explain.
Everything is a struggle now.
Water is not guaranteed.
Food is not enough.
Medicine is almost impossible to find, and when it exists, it is too expensive for us.
And in the middle of all this… my father is sick.
He needs treatment.
He needs care.
But I cannot give him what he needs.
I watch him every day, getting weaker, and I feel helpless.
This is not just about hardship.
This is about a life that can be lost if help does not come in time.
We are doing everything we can just to survive, but it is not enough anymore.
We need you.
📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.
— Kyra Wilder, from Gloss
