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.
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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:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
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.
Happy New Year, everyone!! 🎆 My apologies for being gone for so long! I (unintentionally) took an almost three year sabbatical from this account because I needed to focus on my personal life, which became heavier and louder than I could have ever predicted. While life kept going, I never stopped writing. Here are some status updates from the past years as an offering to you. I look forward to getting back to our regularly scheduled program this year 💙🫶🏻
When you receive more love from the silence of your partner’s absence than your actual partner, something in the relationship has gone wrong. And you can choose to try and fix it alongside your partner, or to walk away. Whatever your gut tells you to do, you’ll do the right thing and you’ll be alright. Remember that you are worthy and deserve so much love! 💙 // Page 112 of ‘From Sugar & Strawberries To Salt & Lime’
Oh, hi! It’s been a while, huh? Happy New Year, everyone!! 🥳 May 2022 be full of love, joy, growth, and prosperity!! 💙 // Page 144 of ‘From Sugar & Strawberries To Salt & Lime’
My debut poetry book turned 6 months old last month!! 🥺🥺 From Sugar & Strawberries To Salt & Lime took a couple years to write—life always seemed to be getting in the way, be it my school work or theater or anything else. I knew that I wanted to write and publish this opus of mine, I just couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it would be out in the world. And then when the pandemic started and summer came, I continued my work on it, determined to complete it once and for all. I completed the majority of the poems in my bedroom in Houston (typically in the middle of the night), and then officially completed the book and published it in my college dorm room in Austin. It took a long time to get to where I am now, but the journey has been worth it. Thank you to all of you who have bought the book and support my work—my dreams of being a published poet wouldn’t be a reality without you!! ☺️💙
If you would like to get a copy of my book, go click on the link in my bio or click on the book title in the paragraph!! :)
Book cover illustration by Tatiana Flores, @tati.hearts on Instagram
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