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🌹🌹A Message from the Heart of Suffering

To every kind soul out there…

We are a family of ten, including helpless infants, living in constant displacement. We’ve moved more than ten times, searching for safety, only to find torn tents, dry land, and an uncertain future.

We have no home, no enough food, and not even clean water. Our children go to sleep hungry and wake up crying from pain and illness. They suffer from severe malnutrition, and there is no medicine or milk available.

We are surrounded by the stench of sewage, swarms of insects, and relentless mosquitoes. Every day we survive is a miracle. Every hour without a new tragedy is a blessing.

Today, I share this message because we are on the edge. We are not asking for much — just enough to survive, just enough to protect our children’s dignity.

even the smallest amount, can change everything. It can save a child from hunger, or give a baby a chance to live.

Please, help us. Be the light in our darkest hour.

Chuffed

Help Aisha and her children

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

I genuinely love the gods. I only hope I can consistently do better for them. I want to achieve and do so much for them. I want to actually live life because of them, not as in keep living, but to LIVE. To be slow and enjoy nature. To enjoy the long days. The gods make me want to enjoy the sun, the smell of a cool wind, to feel rain on my skin. They make me want to travel, to love, they make life worth living. I love the gods, the ones who give us life and music, who give us storms and rain , the gods who bring laughter, and strength. I love the gods who bring us joy and happiness, the gods who protect us mentally and physically. The gods who make me want to be the absolute best version of myself. I love the gods.

while we're at it, heres my revamped annie cresta (70th hg interviews) design!

الرسالة الاولى Hello myfriends,im kholoud , from gaza ‏I am writing my letter, full of sadness and suffering, to you, the owners of merciful hearts. ❤ ‏Your help is what will make us hope for a new life, and build a better future for ourselves. A few cents will fill my heart and the hearts of our children and my family with optimism. 💁‍♂️ ‏Our children are in dire need of your support. Please bring happiness to the hearts of our children ... 🙏🙏 ‏I hope you will watch my campaign and support me, and I thank you very much from my heart https://gofund.me/ae92c65b .

please, please, donate if you can and reblog

when i go to the sweetest, most kindest, most misunderstood person challenge but @lesbianvampirefanatic is already there

“So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.”

— George Orwell

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‘Now that you are in good spirits,’ said Psyche, ‘you must enter my hearth and home, and let the company of your Psyche gladden your hearts that were troubled.’

Apuleius 4. 28 - 6. 24