Please, I beg you — if you're reading this, don’t look away. Every second matters.
Please, I am asking you from the depths of my heart — help save the children of Gaza. Every day, they are wasting away from hunger, their tiny bodies fighting a battle they cannot win without your support. My baby boy, Qais, is one of them. He is fragile, starving, and fading before my eyes. Your donation today could mean the difference between life and death for him and so many others.
This famine is man-made, and its impact on children is catastrophic:
1. The blockade has cut off food, clean water, and medical supplies, leaving families trapped in starvation.
2. Obstruction of humanitarian aid keeps life-saving assistance from reaching children like Qais who are in critical need.
3. Destruction of farmland and infrastructure has wiped out local food sources, making hunger inescapable.
Without urgent action, these conditions will continue to claim innocent lives — especially among the youngest.
I beg you, as a mother watching her baby slip away, do not let Qais’s life be another number in this silent massacre. His cries grow weaker each day, and I am running out of time to save him. Please, open your heart, donate whatever you can, and help us fight this hunger before it takes him — and countless others — forever.
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If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone?
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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
💛 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
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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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