From a hospital bed… Najah is calling out to you .💔
My name is Najah. I am not just a number in a medical report, nor just another patient in a hospital room. I am a girl with dreams, a mother waiting for my recovery, and a home waiting for my return.
Today I am writing to you with a tired hand… but my hope is not tired. The doctors confirmed that my treatment is possible and that my condition can improve, but time is not unlimited, and support makes the difference.
Imagine that a very simple decision from people who do not even know me could be the line between pain and healing, between staying on this bed and returning to life again.
Here, on this bed, every small act of support can turn into a heartbeat of hope, a chance to stand again, and a real beginning of recovery.
Pain is hard… and waiting is harder… but the hardest part is knowing that survival is close, yet still needs just one small step.
I am not asking anyone to carry this burden alone. All I need are hearts coming together through small steps that complete this journey.
With your support, I can rise, and with your support, I can return to my dreams, and with your support, my name “Najah” can truly become “success.”
Please… do not let this message pass in silence. One step from you could be the beginning of a new life for me. 💔
Najah , her mother, will not forget your silence, and she will not forgive a heart that didn't move, or a hand that didn't reach outEvery donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for Najah
She is suffering from a severe calcium and iron deficiency... her body is weak, and her life hangs between hope and danger.
Treatment, vitamins, and nutrients can save her
Every donation, every share, every word of support... could be the difference between life and death for her
Donate now and give Najah a chance at life!
Najah lives with her family in extremely harsh conditions where suffering and illness are deeply intertwined. Her husband is injured and urgently needs surgery, but he is unable to receive treatment, which places an even greater burden on the family and leaves Najah carrying the responsibility alone.
Amid this hardship, life in the tents becomes even more difficult, with the spread of insects and rodents causing illnesses and infections, especially among children. Every day turns into a struggle for survival in unsafe and extremely difficult living conditions.
Please… do not leave Najah and her family alone. 💔
Time is passing harshly, the need is urgent, and every moment of delay increases the pain and weakens hope.
Sharing this message or donating even a small amount could be the real difference between continued suffering and the beginning of a new life.
Do not underestimate a small step from you.
it may be the reason a whole life is saved. 💔
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I am dancing a lot more, and that feels good to claim that part of me— a shadow of youth that was beat out between time spent on screen and to work. I always doubt my capability. I am a dull blade that needs sharpening, I still close my eyes and ache for the past where I was accepted into a dance program in Berlin and couldn’t attend because it was the year of our lord — COVID 20’-21
I consider myself a shy person, awkward, but working on it. And yet, I Always am wanting connection, nyc is so boring + hollow. Im so sexy —- and so alone — swipe, swipe, bored.
In improv classes I always dance w a lot of different people. And I’m proud of myself for that. Not sure what it is, something about my energy inherently seems playful and trickster. I like to copy and mimic and then find the rhythm. It’s easier for me to smirk, make contact, become a shadow than speak. I used to go mute sometimes in highschool, I miss my friend deaven who I could always whisper with.
Today I danced a lot with this girl ****** it was slow and gentle, exploratory, like cusping lake water and seeing a tadpole. I remember her sharing she just had a bout of cancer and was finally gettin back to moving again. With her arms around me, I could feel the event of friendship.
I am still thinking about the person with the cat face I danced with on Wednesday. Our dance was a toy winding up, arms reaching then spinning, then throwing, there was a lovely intensity that lead to giggling, I felt like I was wrestling, 5, on the precipice of desire. I don’t remember their name.
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