I’M SCARED OF LOSING MY MOTHER..Please, don’t look away.
I’m writing this while my heart feels heavy with fear.
My mother has been struggling with a serious health condition for a long time. Her thyroid has become dangerously enlarged, and now it’s making it hard for her to breathe.
We went to the doctor hoping for a solution… but what we heard was devastating. She urgently needs proper treatment and surgery.
Every day, her condition worsens. I watch her fight for every breath, and I feel helpless seeing her like this.
I live in constant fear that one day I might lose her.
I don’t know what else to do… so I’m asking you, please, if you can help in any way, even a small contribution could make a difference.
Days ago I came across a trend where you draw your favorite character having the same problems as you, so I decided to do this with Makima. This is based on an experience I had recently in college! Very unpleasant!
I also enjoy depicting the early life stages of Makima, I find them very depressing to think about.
My wife, my child, and I have been suffering from severe influenza for two days now.
We are struggling with intense coughing and shortness of breath, and our condition is getting worse with every passing hour.
In Gaza, due to the war and the suffocating blockade, the healthcare system has nearly collapsed. There is no medicine available, and treatment is only possible in private hospitals—places we simply cannot afford.
As a father, nothing hurts more than watching your child struggle to breathe while you stand helpless, unable to provide even basic treatment. Fear fills our nights, and pain fills our days.
I am reaching out to you with a broken heart, asking for your humanity and compassion. Any support, no matter how small, can help us access urgent medical care and save my family from further suffering.
Please, if you are able, help us survive this illness.
Your kindness could be the reason my child breathes easier tomorrow.
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My name is Motasem, and today I write these words with a burden in my heart that no one could bear. The war has taken everything from me. I
I am here in the hospital, watching my mother die slowly.
You are there, with your mothers, in warm homes.
The difference isn’t fate, but because money is missing,
and the world chose to continue its day.
Do not ignore this, Do not scroll past it.
Your donation or your share could keep my mother alive.
If you see this and choose silence, you are complicit in the death of a woman who could have been saved.
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.
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