This is the space of those who chose not to remain silent. Here we gather voices, letters, testimonies. Everyone's story is unique, but many voices echo similar injustices. This is the place to listen to them.
Only those who truly know how to listen can understand. And only those who understand may one day be able to forgive.We created this space because no one was listening to us.
Because silence is too often the lifeblood of the system.
Because those who suffered quietly were made to feel guilty.
Because behind every injustice there is a machine that needs silence to keep running.
This website is for the fathers who were silenced, for the men who were never given the right to speak about their pain, for those who lost everything and had nowhere to tell their story.
We do not speak for everyone.
We speak from ourselves, from our experiences, from scars that do not heal with time.
Here, the unspoken words shall speak.
The letters no one wanted to read.
The thoughts no one wanted to hear.
We are not a movement.
We are not an organization.
We don’t want donations or visibility.
We only want truth.
And truth must be written, heard, remembered.
If you are here – read.
If you have lived something no one wanted to see – write to us.
If your voice was taken – reclaim it.
This site is a refuge, but also a declaration of existence.
Against prejudice. Against indifference.
Against the lie that disguises itself as protection.
We are the silent fathers.
But from today, silence begins to speak.
I will stop at nothing.
Not at silence.
Not at indifference.
I will be the thorn in the flesh of those who looked away and kept quiet.
I will go where no one wants to go.
I will write, even if no one reads.
Because I am no longer here to ask for permission.
I do not seek understanding.
I do not seek comfort.
I seek truth.
To those whose names have been erased.
To the fathers turned into files.
To the children left to silence.
To those who knocked a thousand times and only found closed doors.
To those who endured without ever being heard.
To those condemned without a trial.
To those stripped of love but not of dignity.
This is not a scream.
It is an act.
A gesture that remains.
A sign that refuses to disappear.