there is a girl child i hold because she was all of me for so long And is detrimental to my personhood to remember and to be despite not knowing how to retain proximity to and then there’s a tad-bit-older boy that only got to be for some slant of time and was upset with his inability to exist since birth like her. he is unpleasant and annoying because he tried to be born again without fully yet grasping himself. things to ponder, but definitely not this week’s dog!!!
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.
do you think the song Uma Thurman by fall out boy kinda makes Maya Hawke uncomfortable or was it just another bop that she eventuallywas like omg. bc if someone said ooo she dances like YOUR MOMM im gonna slobber lik e a dog on the porch I'd be a little Woah
I tell my children every day that we will live a very happy life As I speak, an explosion occurs, caused by the demolition operations, shaking the place and hearts.
I am living in very difficult circumstances. I want to live in a beautiful and peaceful place, far from fear and death.
My dear friends, I can do nothing without you. I need you to raise all the money so I can build a new life for my family and children.
I want a house...
I want to learn
I want food
I want a life, please.
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Any donation makes a difference. Please give something.
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