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.
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.
A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her.
She doesn’t know the word “loss.”
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls — but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
A Mother’s Message
To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again —
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
Yesterday I finally saw the KPop Demon Hunters sing-along in Leicester Square and it was beyond worth it. Seeing it for the first time at home was fun but being there with other people you know loved the movie as much as you is something you can only get with cinemas. I love it.
There was cheering and laughter aplenty throughout, particularly after certain songs ended. One girl cosplayed as Zoey while another wore a piece of fabric from her cap that I think was meant to resemble Mira’s hair. Other audience members had little glowing wands which they waved during the singing parts. Jinu got cheers for both times he made his debut. First in his demon form then again in his Saja Boy fit. There was a unanimous cry of sadness when he put himself between Rumi and Gwi-Ma followed by another cheer when his soul merged with Rumi.
I feel like a proud parent seeing how far this movie’s come in so little time. I can’t wait to see what comes next for this IP and this fandom. Gacha gacha gacha! 🤩😭🥰
DUUUUDE, I hope this is the right tumblr lolol, I just read your redacted fire/emt au fic and I’m AMAZEDDDDD!!!! I’m a firefighter myself and I’m literally starstruck. Do you have a discord? An insta? Tiktok? Would love to be friends if you’re up for it :3!!
I’m SO sorry but I think you have me confused for somebody else. If you give me the name of the fic though, I could try and help find the socials of the original poster.
So it's fairly well known at this point that the song "Guiding Lights" by Ghost was originally meant to underscore Isha's sacrifice at the end of Act 2. This is my attempt to give myself and others a look at how the scene may have been like had they kept the song in.
I hope you enjoy it and get ready for the waterworks. 😭
Okay so I don’t know if this has been brought up yet but imma do it anyway for funsies so here goes.
Last night I saw Wicked at the BFI IMAX cuz they were showing it again for Oscar season and I noticed something during the scene where Elphaba and Fiyero rescue the lion cub and escape into the forest. Almost immediately I realised it was referencing Miss Gulch from the original Wizard of Oz movie who was the “real world” analog for the Wicked Witch of the West that also rode a bike with a two-lid basket. Only in the original she put Toto inside it to have him killed whereas in Wicked she put the Lion Cub to try and save him.
Not much else to say other than I thought it was another cute little Easter egg to add to the pile and I’m glad that I spotted it.
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