Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers
I love Jedediah, Octavius and Ahkmenrah so much I just wanna bite their arms (it's how I show love, okay?) š the cuteness aggression is too real with them
Hello, my name is Nadin. Iām from Gaza. Iām a graphic design graduate, a wifeāand 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 husbandās family home, killing 25 membersāhis mother, siblings, nieces and nephewsāentire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was goneāhome, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebrationānot even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadnāt 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, Israelās 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 forcesānot Israelābut 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 Donāt Know What Comes Next
Thereās no clear path forwardāonly uncertainty for our daughterās life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and Iām a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
Iām asking for supportānot 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 feetāeven a glimmer of stability matters.
If youāve read this far, thank you. If you can giveāthank you. If you canātājust sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
In Gaza, even after the planes go silent, the echo of bombing still lingers in the sky ā and the echo of loss remains in the heart.
The war didnāt just destroy our homes; it stole parts of our souls.
I am one of thousands who lived under the bombs, dreaming of peace like any other human being ā to wake up without fear, to see my loved ones safe and alive.
And even now, the memories of war follow us in every corner of the street, in every childās eyes filled with questions and pain.
But my pain is differentā¦ because I lost my mother and my sister in a single moment, in a single house ā between walls that once echoed with laughter and warmth.
There is no pain like searching through rubble for a voice you used to hear every morning.
There is no heartbreak like reaching for a hand that once held yours, only to find emptiness.
Today, the war may seem to be ending, but its scars remain.
The occupation still strikes from time to time, and we are still trying to gather the pieces of our lives ā to rebuild the house that became a memory, to take one more step toward normal life, to continue the path we started.
I want to return to my studiesā¦ to lift my motherās memory from the ruins and tell her, āI made it, Mom, just like I promised.ā
I want to plant a flower where our house once stood ā a symbol that life is stronger than war, that we, the people of Gaza, never give up no matter how many times we are hit.
We are not asking for pity. We are asking for a chance ā a chance to live, to rebuild, to open the books that were closed under the ashes.
Help us come backā¦ help us continue what our mothers began before they left.
Help us plant hope again in this land that thirsts for life.
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My name is Naser AbuThaher. Iām 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
To everyone reading this, to every heart that feels our pain, to every person who shared, donated, or prayed ā thank you, from the depths of my soul.
Your support is not just financial; itās a message ā a reminder that humanity still listens, that kindness still exists.
Every word, every share, every dollar means the world to us. It tells us that somewhere out there, people still believe Gaza deserves to live.
On behalf of my small family that remains, and in memory of my mother and sister who are gone ā thank you for giving us a reason to keep going.
ā¤ļø From Gaza, from the rubble ā we still believe that goodness is stronger than war
šø From One Motherās Heart ā Please Read šø
My name is Saja. Iām 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 ā from her first smile to her first steps ā 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 ā a fragile, breathless moment ā 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 ā hiding, holding on, praying.
Iām 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 daughterās life.
And even now ā especially now ā 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 Iām 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.
Thatās why I keep going.
Iāve launched a campaign to ask for help ā not because itās 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: š¤ Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity š¤ Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources š¤ Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
š 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 ā to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you canāt 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 youāve never lived through war. But if youāve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them ā then you understand more than you know.
I donāt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youāve read this far ā 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 itās a lifeline.
Long story short, I crocheted Jed and Octavius dolls for Night at the Museum Day!!!! HERE THEY AREEEEEEE:
These guys took me literal months to make so I'm so happy they're finally done!!!
I used this pattern for the body (BEWARE IT IS A YOUTUBE LINK FOR FELLOW BOYCOTTERS) but everything else I designed myself and I'm so proud of these guys.
ššµšø My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs ā I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days ā 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 cameā¦
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.
Thenā¦ 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 whatās left of our walls.
Today, Iām a father with almost nothingā¦
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high ā 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.
š Please share this post. Let our voices be heard ā not buried under rubble.
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