dayaxa saré

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I lost everything... but I still hold on to hope ✨

My name is Mo'men, and I’m a young Palestinian who dreamed of a bright future after high school.

Instead of celebrating, I found myself running for my life, escaping bombs, destruction, and fear.😥

Our home was crushed into dust 🏚️. My brother lost his job. My school and my sister’s university turned into shelters for displaced families.

We fought for survival for six long months under bombs and siege, until we finally reached Egypt, carrying nothing but a few plastic bags... and a lot of broken dreams.💔

Today, we have no home, no income, no safe place to call our own.

My father is suffering with severe back pain and can’t work. Medical bills, daily expenses, even the hope of renting a small home—we simply can’t afford it anymore.🥺

But despite everything, I refuse to give up. I still dream of going to university, of rebuilding my life, of standing on my own feet and helping my family.

This is why I need your help.

Even a small donation—£10—could be the light we desperately need right now.🙏🏻🥺

It can help us rent a home, cover urgent medical expenses, and let me chase my dreams again.🙏🏻

Be one of the first to stand with us.

Be the reason hope lives on.

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Please donate or share our story:

gofund.me/5cdd060e ❤️

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If the worlds hungry for war

They’ll start with any narrative that seems to fit

Because if you demonise a whole state

And name them to all be terrorists

Then the world has no “choice” but to believe

Because Fox News won’t lie to you at 6

If the worlds hungry for war

They’ll throw your men to frontlines

Anything to make the dollar stronger

They won’t care if your old man is no longer alive

Or your brother

Or your cousin

Or even your lover

If the worlds hungry for war

We watch then create mayhem

We sit and discuss their tactics

Of protecting our illusion to a freedom that doesn’t exist

If the worlds hungry for war

We watch them tear down the earth

Run the land barren and the rivers dry

Until every possession

Gold

Frankincense

And myrrh

Is stolen

If the worlds hungry for war

We don’t fight back to protect others

Instead we sit and point our fingers at God

“How can he allow this and still be called benevolent?”

But our actions cannot be blamed on God

When you want you blame the outcome on our free will

Yet our very nature, is to exist with the right to choose

Will you choose to be Holy? Or will you choose to be demonic?

If the worlds hungry for war

We double tap our screens

And some of us cry

Somewhere left between a state of sadness

Of those of us who were left behind

If God chose our destiny to be different

Then they’d be in our shoes

And we’d be on the land

I’d call myself a Palestinian

And they’d call me an illegal criminal

Who has no claims to the Holy land

It could have been me instead of Hind

Who lost her life as such a precious age

Or maybe the journalist Shireen

Who only wanted to communicate

The terrors that prevailed

Or perhaps I would have been a freedom fighter

Or a beautiful enchanting writer

That likes of Mahmoud Darwish

But instead I’m a third culture kid

Who has her reservations

When it comes to calling herself a Brit

The Balfour Declaration

An abomination signed by the British state

Which in turn led to this horrific

Cross-generational mass murder event

And they keep mocking us with a useless idea

A two state solution

Between Palestine and Israel

The Nakba started in 1948

That’s 78 years of reigning terror

And we still entertain stupid conversations such as

“Does Israel have a right to exist as a state?”

To that I say

“To hell with Israel, any country of the likes of it.. and any friends of that state”

Because to side with Israel is to side with the ungodly

They live in the same realm as Hitler, Stalin, Leopold II

But for Israel it’s Ben-Gurion, Sharett, Eshkol, Meir, Rabin, Allon, Begin, Shamir, Peres, Barak, Sharon, Olmert, Bennett, Lapid and Netanyahu.

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And just like that ✨ I’m back in the labs 🥼 🧪 🧫

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VIVA ESPAÑAAAAA 🇪🇸 ♥️

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POR ESPAÑA! POR PALESTINA!! POR EL MUNDO!!!

Gracias a Ferran Torres, la estrella del partido! ♥️

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VIVA ESPAÑAAAAA 🇪🇸 ♥️

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Our Forgotten Homes

01 July 2026

A Visual Poem by Dayaxa Saré

Waking up to the sound of the adhan

The remembrance of Allah whispering through the streets

One man’s bounty is another man’s deepest wish

But all was equal in our hometowns

Children belly laughing as they retreat from their schools

Skipping along the sandy roadside

One of them was probably my mother

Young, simple and carefree

And others her friends and friends of friends

God, if I could ask You a question about my homeland,

Would You tell me the reason I was never born there,

Or why I had to experience the life of a legal alien?

Legal because Allah has blessed me with documentation.

Semantics, if you want honesty.

Wishing there was some alternate lifetime

Where I grew up in the arms of my grandmother,

Aunties, uncles, cousins and friends.

Because in Somalia it takes a village to raise a child,

But in Europe, the child is to be seen and not heard.

Although I am satisfied with my life

And the blessings I have received,

I can’t help but feel robbed of a life

I wished I could have lived.

But who says you cannot be grateful and torn?

So, I raise a cheers to 66th year of independence.

I miss you like a dear friend,

Love you like no other,

And dream of you,

Painfully,

Almost every night.

I long to come home,

And the party of people who would have attended with me

Is certainly dwindling, painfully.

As I write this poem,

I’m still grieving the loss of a loved one.

The man who told me about the golden years of Xamar,

Allahu yerhamuh

Now a visitation without him almost feels empty.

But I long to walk the streets he walked,

The schools he attended,

His favourite theatre in the city centre,

And oh, to play football on Lido Beach,

Just like him.

I hope to return home in honour of him,

And Hodan Nalayeh.

May Allah have mercy on her.

As every day passes,

I feel myself getting closer to you,

Even without the picture of a ticket for a plane ride.

Somalia,

You live inside me,

And many others alike.

Please wait on us.

We’ll make it there peacefully,

In shā’ Allāh.

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dayaxa saré, june 2026

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If trees could pray

Being.

Entire roots of being the stillness on earth

The returner of oxygen

The magnifier of shade

A patient picture of patience on ground

Standing amongst the test of time, wear and tear

Standing amongst the test of nature reckoned against us

In summer I miss the cool breeze of autumn

In winter I miss the warmth and business of the streets

In spring I enjoy the becoming of anew, with fresh flowers and fresh fruits

A blessing from the highest and greatest of all

Home is where I'm situated

The breeze brings life to my already dead branches

Shaking the little life I have left in my leaves

When I assume I'm forgotten, a little baby runs towards me and embraces my stiff root

And reminds me of kind life in this volatile place

Often times more than not your parks stand barren

Seeing less of life everyday

Technology rules everything around us

The detriments alive and well with the mould spores that grow on my leaves

Your humans. care not if I exist for another 300 years or if I'm traded for more paper

For more pages in the their journal For more pages in their printer

For more white sheets on their billboards

While your other humans diligently fight for my right to exist

To breathe

To live

It humbles me often times more than l'd like to admit That now I understand how humans truly feel

What it feels like to live with the question in the back of your mind

"When will be my final day in earth?" And or "will even know?"

To exist is to have lived and to have died

I cannot ask for immortality when I long to be immortal in the after life As more beautiful tree

With no mould spores or blemishes

With softer branches and ethereal glow

Amongst those that I love

Closer to the God that created me

So I'll sit and enjoy the park for a while

People watching when they disconnect from the hidden world

And I'll count my blessings until my last day

For I was created to die after bearing my fruit, my flowers, my leaves and ny oxygen

From God we exist and to God may we return

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I got soo much yall you can ✨ have it ✨ yea

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just a moment… 🌙✨

Michael Bridge Jackson… 💫

Live life off the wall 🌫️🫧

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just a moment… 🌙✨

why… why… 🌫️

the walls echo back 🫧💫

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Face card ✨ lethal ✨

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Ramadan Mubarak 🌙 💕

عام وأنتم بخير بمناسبة شهر رمضان 🌙✨

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Ramadan Kareem 🌙 💕