my life's diary

[nourasbasha]

A final signal. Gaza is completely cut off from the world—no internet, no connection—and Israel is blocking every attempt to reconnect, targeting anyone who tries. Now Iran is being bombed and the region stands on the brink of explosion while we remain trapped in deadly silence. If this message reaches you, it may be our last chance. Help us secure a safe home and education for our children❤️‍🩹 Don’t let Gaza disappear in silence.

[oooohnana]

[oooohnana]

I wish you could see how loud it gets inside me when you're near. Deym! This will pass, what a moment of weakness.

[oooohnana]

That’s truee! Hmmm maybe i should do that more

Often but i dont really not suree why 🤔

you should and you'll know why

[oooohnana]

Why do you love being naked in your room, in your opinion.? Ps FREEEE 🇵🇸🙌🏼🙌🏼😌

because it’s chill, freeing, and no one’s judging. just me, my skin, and my space.

[polish-lolita]

[oooohnana]

fr

[oooohnana]

Today I received a message from someone named Rozan, reaching out from Gaza. Despite the distance, it reminded me how deeply connected we all are as humans.

Rozan said, “We are suffering in Gaza and we need help.”

Though I may not be able to help financially, I can help by spreading awareness and offering prayers. The people of Gaza are living through unimaginable hardships and the least we can do is not turn a blind eye.

‎To those who can help financially or donate, here are some ways you can support:

‎🔗 [https://gofund.me/a690ed27] or visit her profile @rozanmuhmmad — the donation link is also in her bio.

‎🔗[https://gogetfunding.com/help-mariam-and-her-family-survive-find-hope-in-gaza/]

🔗 [https://gofund.me/5d8704ef]

‎🔗 [https://gofund.me/ca5858df]

‎🔗 [https://gofund.me/73741038]

Please take a moment to learn about what’s happening. Share, speak up, and help however you can, even if it’s just with your voice.

[oooohnana]

To anyone reading this who can help, whether it’s through donations, advocacy, or simply spreading awareness, please act. Every bit of support matters. Every voice counts.

Check the link in hanan-alsallout06 bio. Maybe your hand will be the one that saves a soul or silences the cries of a starving child. Her campaign is verified by @gazavetters (She's #152 on the list) and also by @90_ghost. Seeing your name among those who helped… could mean life for them.

To those in Gaza, hold on. Your strength is immeasurable, and your resilience is a testament to the human spirit. You are not alone.

[oooohnana]

i love being naked in my room.

[oooohnana]

I sometimes miss those early stages, the quiet thrill of newfound admiration. The way you seemed almost otherworldly, like a figure from a grand portrait, known to all yet cherished only by me. I have spent a lifetime adoring you in silence, treasuring each stolen glance, each fleeting moment. No one knows, nor would they ever suspect, for some loves are meant to be felt in the soul, not spoken aloud. But I do wish to speak, to let my heart be heard, but I fear that would be unwise. So instead, I shall remain quiet, tucking away my feelings and leaving it to the universe. If we are meant to collide, then surely, in time, we shall.

[oooohnana]

Okay, so sunday vibes were strong today! Woke up not too early, did the dishes (ugh), and then got ready for church with my cousin and tito since auntie was at work. During mass, someone actually passed out! Tito, being the amazing guy he is, helped take them to the hospital. Me and my cousin ended up hitching a ride home.

Then, total couch potato mode (a person who watches a lot of television and does not have an active life). I binged two "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies—each one was like, two hours long! The movie is obviously that interesting, it's a miracle i did not dozed off in the middle of watching. After that me and cousins watched another series! So much screen time in one day. Later, me and Dee lit the trash on fire and just talked about everything and nothing. From afar, we could hear the loud music from the house. It's an old music, "old but gold" they say. I decided to wash the dishes that's cluttered in the kitchen sink, I love doing the dishes while blasting a music. Our house was just filled with good vibes today—laughter, love, all that good stuff. I love sundays!

[oooohnana]

I always spill coffee on my favorite shirts. At first, I hated the stains, but over time, I grew to love them. They’re little reminders of messy mornings, and I think that’s beautiful. After all, isn’t life about finding beauty in the mess?

[oooohnana]

We were in the middle of the meal when a thick, awkward silence fell over us. No one dared to speak. It was an uncomfortable and heavy silence. Then, out of nowhere, my aunt broke the stillness by bringing up my dead mother. Her voice was calm. "I remember your mother," she began. "She was the one who taught me how to cook this dish," referring to the dish we are eating. I just smiled, it wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the sentiment. It was just... What else could I offer in that moment? Grief? Gratitude? None seemed right, so I just settled for a smile. "Your mother was kind, and as soon as we got closer, she asked me to be a ninang saimong kuya. I didn’t even have a choice, you know. Bawal man daw balibaran." She chuckled lightly. "I wasn’t married to your tito then, still just a woman navigating my own path," my aunt continued. I never truly knew my mother, my aunt’s memories feel like pieces of a puzzle I don’t have all the pieces for. That's why I could only nod, smiling as if I could bridge the gap between what my auntie felt and what I didn’t know how to express. Maybe that is where my smile comes from, a longing to connect, paired with the reality of my mother I only know through others' stories.