My name is Saja. I’m 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 — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
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 — a fragile, breathless moment — 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 — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m 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 daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — 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 I’m 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.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s 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:
🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity
🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources
🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t 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 you’ve never lived through war.
But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — 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 it’s a lifeline.
Jackson’s ending ment for NESTFEST Day 3 *while in tears*:
“I don’t want to do this. I’ll just say one thing. I said this to you earlier, look at me…what I want to say is you 6, thanks for being friend of my life. when I’m 60, what would matter then? I ask myself that. Who will have some tea with me? Some beer with me? I couldn’t think of anyone. This industry, the reality is all about profit. Everyone chases money. But it’s all in vein it can all vanish tomorrow. What matters is genuine friends who don’t care about that. So thank you, and thank you fans.
Before going to bed last night, I watched our debut performance and I remembered how GOT7 project was about to be canceled and the foreigners were about to be sent back home. Then JAY B hyung in front of the fridge, told me and Mark that he couldn’t send us home. If we do this, we’ll do it together. If we die, we die together. I’m so thankful. Without that moment, we wouldn’t be here on this stage. Thank you hyung. Something funny, during the project. JYP was in front of Cube so we said with Mark if it doesn’t work out we can go there and debit with BTOB we can tumble better…
We don’t know how long we’ll live, hope you’re happy in your time…it’s not about supporting us it’s about finding your own happiness. Thank you for helping us debut as GOT7. I don’t know what I’ll do and when but this is real. We’ll come back all of 7 of us.”
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