~~☽♤𝔅𝔦𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢!♤☾~~
✵⊗◈ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔫◈⊗✵
♡ℑ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
♡ℜ𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔣 ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔲𝔭
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we're not kids anymore.

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✵⊗◈ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔫◈⊗✵
♡ℑ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰
♡ℜ𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔣 ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔲𝔭
♡𝔄𝔯𝔱, 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶, 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥, 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶
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What is left
What is left
Anxiety
You are not alone.
From midsommarafton
My freezer works part time
I will miss you pier
This goth is a sun goth 🕶🦇
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.
“gIrLs mAtUrE fAsTer,”
No.
Girls are punished earlier
Girls are sexualized earlier
Girls are blamed at a younger age.
We’re expected to cope better.
We’re expected to be the mature ones.
We’re expected to do everything.
Stop with this “girls mature faster,” when society has groomed us and sexualized us by the time we are born.