before i go to bed because im ill again i just briefly want to say that white people's adoration and frankly over the top love of (certain) animals taking precedence over their care about people of color is disturbing and needs to be dealt with. saw an insta reel today of a girl who adopted a cat whose owners were abducted by ICE and the comments were just filled with "omg the poor cat!" "i feel so bad for the cat!" "omg it probably thinks it was abandoned!!!" "omg the cat!!" okay and what about the owners. what about the people who owned that cat and loved it and will probably never see it again. the owners that like no one knows the names of? the owners? like the people that owned the cat that got kidnapped so suddenly their cat was just left? what about the people. the owners. like remember them? people who are living their worst nightmare?
or the way yt people will prioritize animals in gaza over the humans that live there. or the way yt people will prioritize animals over like real human laborers farming in unsafe and deadly conditions for their agave or whatever vegan trend of the month. or the way yt ppl will tout ecofascist talking points in favor of animals and against human beings. or the way yt people try and push universal veganism instead of food sovereignty and dismiss the culinary traditions of indigenous groups. and and and
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
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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
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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.
