you can tell everyone still has a problem with non-sexual nudity because 28 years later is a movie about the beauty of the cycle of life and death, the dangers of forcing children into fighting wars, and the trauma of rage, but all anyone can talk about is that the infected were naked. guys i fear we're all cooked if u care that much about seeing 3 flacid penises
Spike goes to the mainland twice, but he only “becomes a man” once. With his father he sees killing and death as heavily bravado based, the enemy so dehumanized it’s an adrenaline inducing boy’s day. He misses most of his arrow shots and hides in an attic.
With his mother he learns there is love and memory in death, accepts that they all must die, and sees that sometimes you must kill to survive. They sleep in an open air church and his arrows strike hard and true.
With his father he leaves and returns as the child in need of protection and with his mother he returns protecting a baby and taking on the role of adult.
All of this to say is the movie shows us the stark difference between the toxic masculinity of his culture telling him that manhood is killing for fun, and the masculinity he learns from the doctor about honoring death and accepting that the only thing we have power over is love and memory.
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:
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.
Abby "congratulating" Joel on being handsome makes more than perfect sense and I'm tired of people pretending it doesn't.
She's not calling him handsome because she finds him attractive, she's calling him handsome because that's what was told to her about the man who murdered her father. Just imagine how insane it would be, to lose your last family member and a huge part of your support system, and be told that the man who destroyed your entire life is quite handsome, actually.
Her repeating it to his face too shows how baffled she is because, for the past five years, her trauma brought her to believe that, since he was a monster, he must look like one too.
The game even gives us a peek of what Abby's psyche depicted Joel as:
The Rat King is Abby's idea of Joel, what she built him up to be. It's a gargantuan, unstoppable monster that dwells in a hospital, that destroys everything it touches, that's stronger and scarier than all the other monsters she has spent her entire life fighting combined, and Ellie is the little Stalker that comes off of it, just as angry and mean spirited but considerably less hard to beat.
This is what she expected to encounter.
And then she got to Jackson, and... the monster is just an old man with graying hair. He's just a man, a regular person that anybody could've killed, that could've gone down with a single, well-placed bullet. Seeing him shatters the idea she spent years unconsciously building, and it destroys her enough she has to laugh at how ridiculous it all is.
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