People keep saying thereās a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. Iām writing this because the world thinks Gaza is ācalmā now.
Itās not. The bombs didnāt stop. The drones didnāt stop. The funerals didnāt stop.
During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. Youāll see the photos Iām adding below - all taken during the āpauseā. This is what our reality looks like.
My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.
312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!
Here is the donation link for my familyās emergency fund:
The War Is Almost Overā¦ but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun.
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isnāt like it was in the early daysāthe sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the painā¦ it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
Iām writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild whatās left of our lives.
Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replacedāhomes, dreams, pieces of our hearts.
But we are still hereā¦ holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long roadā¦ there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life.
Today, all that remains is an image holding a memoryāand rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuildānot just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered.
We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that weāve been missing for so long.
Weāre not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again.
We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do aloneāit is a human effort, a shared act of compassion.
We need you.
We need your hearts.
We need your help to stand again.
Every contributionāno matter how smallāmakes a difference.
It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost overā¦ but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Naser AbuThaher. Iām 18 years old, and I live in Gaza.
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Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
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Have you ever tried living for two full years in a makeshift tent that protects you from neither the scorching heat of summer nor the freezing cold of winter?
Have you lived without clean water, without proper food, in a place that isnāt suitable for human beings?
We are living in tragic conditions. We barely eat enough to keep hunger away, and whatever food we find is nothing close to what a human body needs.
Have you ever been in severe pain that feels like your body is tearing apart simply because there is no medicine? And when medicine does appear, it is either a rare miracle or sold at a price we can never afford.
Our life has become something that words cannot fully describe.
We are suffering every moment, in every part of daily life. And asking for help is not easy for me, but our reality is far harsher than anything we can face alone.
Your kindness, your humanity, your support are the only things keeping us going. Without your help, I donāt know how we would have survived these months.
Please continue supporting my family by donating and sharing this post.
We are in desperate need, especially for my ill father whose medicine has become nearly impossible to secure.
Your generosity is the only light we have left.
Dear Esteemed Donors,
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š I am a mother from Gaza, living with my children in a tent that cannot protect us from the cold winterā¦ and my husband is sick and struggles to move.
Every night, I listen to my children shiver under thin blankets, and I hold them close, trying to give them some warmthā¦ but the cold is stronger than all of us.
Since we lost our home, this worn-out tent is all we have.
The wind strikes it every night as if trying to tear away what little is left of our lives.
My husband grows weaker day by day, and I have nothing but a heart that breaks for all of them.
We desperately need helpāblankets, food, a better tentā¦ anything that can protect my children from this merciless winter.
Your kindness could be the reason they sleep tonight feeling warm and safe.
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š I am a mother from Gaza, living with my children in a tent that cannot protect us from the cold winterā¦ and my husband is sick and struggles to move.
Every night, I listen to my children shiver under thin blankets, and I hold them close, trying to give them some warmthā¦ but the cold is stronger than all of us.
Since we lost our home, this worn-out tent is all we have.
The wind strikes it every night as if trying to tear away what little is left of our lives.
My husband grows weaker day by day, and I have nothing but a heart that breaks for all of them.
We desperately need helpāblankets, food, a better tentā¦ anything that can protect my children from this merciless winter.
Your kindness could be the reason they sleep tonight feeling warm and safe.
Pleaseā¦ donāt leave us alone in this cold. š¤āļø
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People keep saying thereās a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. Iām writing this because the world thinks Gaza is ācalmā now.
Itās not. The bombs didnāt stop. The drones didnāt stop. The funerals didnāt stop.
During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. Youāll see the photos Iām adding below - all taken during the āpauseā. This is what our reality looks like.
My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.
312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!
Here is the donation link for my familyās emergency fund:
Iām Saja from Gazaā¦ and this is my story under war
My name is Saja. Iām a woman from Gaza, married, and a mother to a little girl who still doesnāt understand why we donāt have bread or why we live in constant darkness.
I used to study online, hoping to build a better future for my family. But the war has taken that away.
The internet is gone. Electricity is unstable. And now, even food has started disappearing from our homes.
Flour is incredibly scarce, and prices are unbelievably high.
We wait in long lines, hoping for just a small bag of flourāand often leave with nothing.
Everything has become a struggle... even the simplest things: bread, clean water, and safety.
We try to stay strong, to hold onto the little we have, but life in Gaza today needs a miracle.
I write these words with a heavy heartānot seeking pity, but because I truly need your help.
I just want to continue my education, provide food for my daughter, and protect the little hope I have left.
Your presence, your supportāeven a kind wordāmeans the world to us.
Every donation, every share, every prayer makes a real difference in my life.
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
Ā Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who sees us, supports us, or simply prays for us.You are our only light in this darkness.
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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.
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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.
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