My #AGoodDay #podcast is up today re: a scare I had up in the air years ago. Thanks to @uLibraryDigital for producing these stories! You can listen on my blog:
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Hello, my name is Zahra ๐ต๐ธ.. A mother from Gaza. I have a sick, paralyzed child who needs your support to get out and receive treatment through your donations, support and generosity... I don't want to explain more than that, as you know what happened to us in the war.. We were displaced 10 times and now we live in tents in harsh conditions in the cold.. I hope my message is convincing. Thank you ๐ข๐โค๏ธ
I hereby express my desire to leave the Gaza Strip safely, in an attempt to survive the current situation, which I can no longer endure or adapt to, due to the lack of viable means for my family and me to remain here.
Watch this post and you will see some scenes that document what happened to us.
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Do something, REBLOGGING AND DONATING WOULD TRULY HELP!!! PLEASE DO YOUR PART!!! ๐ซ
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๐๐ต๐ธ My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs โ I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days โ full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war cameโฆ
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Thenโฆ in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking whatโs left of our walls.
Today, Iโm a father with almost nothingโฆ
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high โ a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
๐ Please share this post. Let our voices be heard โ not buried under rubble.
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winter is coming and the rain will drown the torn tent of islam that has been struggling to hold on for two years
for the third time Islam faces the harsh winter in the street without shelter and without warm clothes
please support Islam his three siblings and his mother who is battling cancer so they can survive no donation is too small every bit makes a difference
๐ธ From One Motherโs Heart โ Please Read ๐ธ
My name is Saja. Iโm 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 โ from her first smile to her first steps โ 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 โ a fragile, breathless moment โ 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 โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm 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 daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ 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 Iโm 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.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs 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: ๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity ๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources ๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on โ to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you canโt 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 youโve never lived through war. But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ 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 itโs a lifeline.
I am naheel Ajjour, 10 years old, from the Gaza Strip, specifically the north. Before October 7, my family and I were living the most beautiful life. We lived in safety, peace and security. I have a brother and a 2 sister. We owned a house in the Al-Rimal neighborhood, but this war made me lose my home, my memories and my dreams. I was one of the top students in my school. I dream of becoming something big. Now I am far from my mother. I want to see my mother and be close to her. I want my family and I to be in one house. I am tired of everything. Every day we wake up to the sound of shelling, artillery and missiles. I am fed up.
hey itโs suicide prevention week at my school so Iโm gonna remind yall that the trevor project (a free and confidential suicide hotline for LGBTQ youth) is really great and you should use it if you ever need someone to talk to and are in a rough situation.
you can either text START to 678-678 and talk to a therapist, or you can call (866) 488-7386
Always remember you are loved and valued. Stay safe guys.
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