 I've buried 67 of my family. The hardest was my cousins, who I was very close to. Their bodies were destroyed. They were in pieces. I didn't recognize any of them. Despite the scale of loss and horror I see every day, I can't stop, and I never will. Stop this genocide. We want a peaceful life. I want to leave and go home safely every day, not battling starvation and war at the same time.