This happened in a dream. I was watching a Lupin Part 6 ep, and this happened…WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN???
I'm a child, but the war has turned me into an old man in pain...
I lost my eyes, and pain has become my daily companion. Every day I ask myself: Why did this happen to me?
I don't want toys or holidays... I just want treatment. I want to stop the pain. I want to go back to living.
I have nothing to offer... but I have a heartfelt prayer for everyone who helps me.
Support me, empathize with me, and let me feel that there are still good people out there.
Help me... maybe, thanks to you, I can feel alive again.
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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:
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.
Hello, I am Umm Anas from the northern Gaza Strip. 🍉🙏😭
We are a family of 12.
We are in the northern Gaza Strip and have been besieged since the beginning of the war. There is no food, no water, no medicine. There is education for my children. Schools have been bombed and universities have been bombed. Our homes have been damaged. Food is very expensive. The prices are high. 🍉🙏
Please donate to me, the link is in my bio. 🍉
Please follow me on Instagram so my account reaches more people 🙏🍉
Mohamad has lost so much and now he’s drowning in debt trying to keep his sister and her five kids safe. He needs our help to bring them to safety and start anew.
We’re 14% of the way there (€2,864/€20,000). Every euro counts. Every share matters. Regardless of his name, skin color, or religion—this is about humanity.
Donate & share: Donation Link
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Please, let’s make this happen. 🙏
Hello, There’s no place on Earth more difficult to live in than this. It’s the most chaotic region on the planet. Our daily struggle just to get water is exhausting — we fill containers and carry them over long distances Unfortunately, famine has returned, and securing food is harder than anything you can imagine! There’s no infrastructure here, and the streets are filled with sewage, spreading disease, especially among children Despite all this, we’re desperately trying to find a place that is even somewhat livable I can’t return to my job yet to support my family because I need reliable internet and stable electricity, which are both expensive here. I still need your help, and I hope you can reblog this message and donate if you’re able to Thank you 🌹
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Children in Gaza are losing their limbs every day—just like the little girl in this heartbreaking photo. The war has stolen their futures, their mobility, and their right to live in peace. My own son, Qais, is just two years old. He was injured in an airstrike, and I cannot afford the medical treatment he desperately needs. As a mother with no income, I beg you—PLEASE HELP US. Your donation could be the reason Qais walks again.
This is the terrifying reality for many children in Gaza:
1. Airstrikes often target residential areas, leaving children with life-altering injuries.
2. Hospitals lack medicine and equipment, and most families cannot afford private care.
3. Children like Qais are at risk of permanent disability, even death, without timely treatment.
I watch my child cry in pain every night, and I can do nothing but hold him. No mother should face this. We need your support now more than ever. Every donation—no matter the amount—can help save Qais’s leg, his future, and his life. Please, Don’t Look Away. Help Us Heal.
Donate Now Here
If you want to draw a smile and put it on Qais's heart, Donate Here.
Please stop ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
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💔 $5,000 for the father.
💔 $5,000 for the mother.
💔 $2,500 for Khaled.
💔 $2,500 for Intesar.
, The rest will go toward essential living expenses—because there’s no safety net here, no hospitals, no medicine, no healthy food.
Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.
Even a Little Means Everything❤️❤️🙏
We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️Jehad❤
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There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
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