Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began.
I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came.
And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home.
25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that.
Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter.
There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully.
And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks:
life that still wanted to grow.
Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next.
There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival.
To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account.
Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza.
The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 195 shekels (July 2025) — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war.
They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real:
my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you.
If you can give — thank you.
And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
Every macho dipshit talks abt how many people they'd kill to protect their family as though I'm supposed to be impressed. I can hear the glee in your voice dude you're ACHING for a chance to do this, you're giving up nothing in this situation. Tell me how many loads you'd take to protect your family
My grandma's village (just 15 minutes from my hometown) was occupied by russians in 2022 and liberated later that same year, and now it’s occupied again. Today, grandma’s friend told her over the phone that they tortured and killed a woman who lived there. I feel sick to my stomach. This is a place I’ve visited since my childhood.
I’m not shocked, though, because I lost the ability to be shocked long ago. The same thing happened in my town. I know they killed my classmate simply because he didn’t have documents with him, and he wasn’t the only one.
First people die under russian bombs, then they are shot, tortured, or arrested just for being Ukrainian
Wherever you are, call your government and demand they give Ukraine the support to end this.
This means:
Weapons. Everything they need. Especially Tomahawks.
Releasing frozen Russian assets to Ukraine. This is a no brainer. Win-win for everyone. It stops Russia from getting the money back and using it to fund their war and it reduces the financial burden on Ukraine and its allies.
Put troops in Western Ukraine to shore up Ukraine's rear so Ukrainian forces can focus on fighting the enemy.
And remember. This isn't just about helping Ukraine. Like Hitler (and like Stalin!) Putin will not stop. Not ever. Not till he is forced to. He is coming for you too. That could be your neighbor soon. Or your family member. Or you. Unless we stop this now.
The choice is not whether or not to fight Russia. It's whether to do it now, when Russia is weak and we are strong and united. Or later, when Russia has regained its strength and further weakened and subverted our societies through misinformation, influence and election interference campaigns.
The Russians are coming for all of us. Right now we have the strength and momentum to stop them. Stand up and end Putin's reign of terror.
Me: Fuck, the paper towels I want are on the top shelf.
The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilà--
I need to see the Foxes going to an arcade and Neil being meh at everything (except maybe the racing games) but then they give him a shooting game with the realistic gun and suddenly they're all scared
I am very tired of saying positive things about characters and getting told I need to do some critical thinking (so that I’ll see the characters are actually bad). No. That’s not how that works. I already did some critical thinking and came to the conclusions that these characters are wonderful. Criticism or straight up character bashing is not more enlightened and is not how critical thinking works. “Critical thinking” is not “thinking about all the bad or problematic aspects of something.” It’s looking objectively at evidence, looking at context, recognizing and examining personal biases and assumptions, considering what assumptions and biases are being used in a given argument by other people, etc. Sometimes this process brings up criticisms, yes, but sometimes it also leads to the conclusion that something is actually good despite it being made out to be bad.
Not a good sign that *every* foreign doctor that goes to Gaza then comes back after a few weeks and testifies: “This is Hell on Earth. This is a genocide. The snipers deliberately target kids.”
I guess Australian, American, British, Asian, and Scandinavian doctors are all Hamas, now.
Doctors Without Borders = Hamas.
This is why they don’t let foreign journalists into Gaza.
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