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Im a lover girl behind my 1938293 walls i promise
Whenever I see my little brother, instead of living his childhood and playing, living this tragedy in the war, my heart is sad and sad for him😢💔
Please help us so that we can survive this war and get out of the Gaza Strip🙏
You can donate through this link👇
Dear reader,
Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of everything being okay
DON’T SKIP, PLEASE I BEG YOU.
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.
PLEASE DONATE HERE
If Qais was your only child, would you leave him to face his fate alone?
DONATE HERE PLEASE
Don't skip, I beg you, ✋🚨 you're the only hope to save a child😔😭
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
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.
With love and endless gratitude
Despite 22 thousand votes of support, Saja is not yet near her goal. Please support by donating, rebloging (with tags), and commenting.
The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
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northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me
southern hemisphere babes, they're stealing our fucking daylight!
brought a kiss to the knife fight
Don’t you just hate it when you get up to grab a quick cup of elixir and your familiar settles down on your open book? Now you can’t study your spells because they’re just too cute to disturb!
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Moaning is one thing that men can do right and they refuse to do it… selfish
‘Thoth and the Chief Magician’, 1925. Evelyn Pau
Does he mean anything to you