Mee holding IFRSs. Why am I drawn to this when itās kicking my ass? Guess weāll never know!
I found them at the local library and outdated as they are, they serve as a force for making kids like myself who come from the location dream big and I think thatās a beautiful thing.
I discovered DāAngeloās music at the age of 15 in 2015 when he had just released Black Messiah. I read the reviews for the album and decided to give him a listen. Iāll admit, I didnāt hear much of the lyrics in the music but I decided to learn them and I loved what I read. Since then, Dā had been my favourite artist till today. Every chance I get, I pick people up on his music to find out if they know it or not and some do and some donāt. Iām 25 years of age now, I listen to his discography like my life depends on it. It pulls me from the recesses of despair and I had always wished to see him perform live. God knows what that day would have meant to me but itās not possible now. I feel like I have lost a father figure in Dā. Thoughts of him being alive as we both age and discover things about ourselves are a painful memory now. It wouldāve been nice to get married whilst songs like āReally Loveā or āHigherā play in the background, or āAfricaā as I have children of my own come into this world. Iām still here, so itās kinda possible but Iām afraid itāll hit differently. I have lost someone who made life joyous even when thereās nothing to look forward to and I didnāt know that someone except through music. This is a scar, a painful one. I can only come so close to welcoming the events of Dās passing by writing that Iām thankful to him for providing the soundtrack to my teenage years and early adulthood. I doubt thereāll ever be an artist who moves me just as he did and my sincerest condolences to his family and fans across the world. I love you Michael and may your precious soul rest in perfect eternal peace!
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.
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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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