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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
đź’› 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.
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there are three threes now HELP!!!!!! /silly
@corvesha I GOT THEM!!!
It loomed over the cast and would be very good practice for drawing backgrounds
I should draw the beautiful edritch horror three I saw in my dream last night. It terrified the other contestants
Dear humanity,
Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. Donate or at Least Share This Appeal. 🥺
I am in desperate need of your help.
My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others.
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺🥺
I beg you, kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
✅️My campaign is vetted by gaza-evacuation-funds (#355)✅️
Please support my family gofundme !! by sharing and donating 💔🙏🏻🚨
Donate!!!
ITS PI DAY I GOTTA DRAW HHFHHDHHDJRHDJ
Why the fuck does my pinky finger hurt
three taking ones arms ?? do all three fans share a braincell
"what would One look like with arms?"
This, she'd look like this
look how happy she is
I HATE ART BLOCK!!1!!!!