Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
from a fellow neurodiverse & nonbinary & prospective convert lesbian:
happy lesbian lovers day! 💖
[ ID: The “I wish all…” Bugs Bunny meme reading: I wish all black lesbians, trans lesbians, asian lesbians, nonbinary lesbians, jewish lesbians, he/him lesbians, muslim lesbians, fat lesbians, neurodiverse lesbians, and disabled lesbians a very pleasant and safe lesbian visibility day. ]
Release The Pressure is a nonprofit organization dedicated to improving heart health for Black women through education and preventative action.
WHAT WE DID:
❤️🩹 On March 03 and March 31, 2021, Release the Pressure ran LOUDR campaigns with Creatrs art to raise awareness about Black women's high blood pressure and the impact it has on the black community. The campaign’s goal was to get 300,000 Release the Pressure pledges to learn more about heart health by 2022. Two banners were created in honor of Women’s History Month that amplifies the image of self-care for black women. Engaging with the arts can be an act of self-care, self-love, and therapy for black communities. This campaign accomplished the following:
Tapped into the arts through storytelling to produce energizing conversation, content, and engagement around preventive heart health actions in a smart, informative and relatable way focused on self-care & art.
Increased Release The Pressure pledges (btw have you taken the pledge? ).
Engaged with trusted messengers (Black Women artists) to build the Release The Pressure brand through their online community – their “squads.”
-Bring two forms of ID (a driver’s license and a SS card or birth certificate)
-You’ll need 4-5 business casual outfits. One for Traditions, and the rest for your additional training.
-Bring your own work shoes! They are not provided! They must be all black athletic shoes, and do not plan on getting them when you arrive in Orlando. You will not find any.
-Bring a car. For the love of all things Disney, if you are able, bring a car. I won’t go into details but the bus system sucks and the buses are nasty.
-You may not get along with your roommates. However, you are stuck with them for the next 4-6 months, so try to compromise and make the best of it.
-Live every day like it’s going to be your last day, because there could be a global pandemic that shuts the world down and sends you home. Don’t have regrets.
Koichi, reading tweets about him: “The Cruller is fucking gay as fag suck my dick.” I really don’t get all these comments being hateful towards gays and then wanting you to suck their dick. Like… that’s gay.
@twogreensocks can i call u Cody odie ody?? Bc thats what I call my grandmas dog who has the same name and I can stop saying it whenever I look at ur page. Also HI HOW ARE U DOING??
I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.
dude.
$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.
