Je le revois de temps en temps lĂ oĂč je me rends les aprĂšs-midis. J'ai toujours le cĆur qui se serre quand je le vois mais je repense Ă lui de moins en moins.
Je ne me rappelle pas depuis quand j'ai lu pour le plaisir de lire. Je feuillette les pages de mes manuels scolaires comme pour enfin accepter le fait que je veuille vraiment faire carriĂšre dans cette filiĂšre.
"I am Nadine⊠an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." đž
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. đ We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home⊠we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. đ
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. đ Because she is here, I must stay strong. đȘ Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her⊠even though my world is broken.
We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. đ€
I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. Iâm not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone⊠All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. âš
Life here doesnât go as it should⊠but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. đ Maybe you canât change everything, but you can change one day in our lives⊠And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. đ«
My name is Nadin Iâm a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on â to hope, to our families, to any piece
Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer⊠all of that makes a difference to us. đ
Thank you⊠from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. đ· From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. đ
đž From One Motherâs Heart â Please Read đž
My name is Saja. Iâm 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 â from her first smile to her first steps â 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 â a fragile, breathless moment â 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 â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm 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 daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â 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 Iâm 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.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs 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:
đ€ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
đ€ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
đ€ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
đ 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 didnât have to live t
If you canât 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 youâve never lived through war.
But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â 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 itâs a lifeline.
Je me sens comme un linge qu'on tord, en mĂȘme temps, j'ai l'impression d'ĂȘtre claustrophobe, tout d'un coup, alors que je viens de regarder un drama trĂšs drĂŽle et que je fais du crochet en ce moment.
J'ai trop l'impression qu'on se ligue contre moi. DrĂŽle d'impression, drĂŽle de personne, drĂŽle de vie, drĂŽle de monde.
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