Hello, my name is Nadin. I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate, a wife—and now, a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small studio, of creating art that told stories. I used to think about colors and fonts and the future.
Then, the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I learned I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home, killing 25 members—his mother, siblings, nieces and nephews—entire branches of our family in seconds.
We were displaced twice. Everything was gone—home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib, no celebration—not even stillness. But she arrived, quietly and beautifully. In her eyes I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.
Now, our days are shaped by decisions that could dismantle the future we are trying to build together.
Today, Israel’s government is discussing plans for a full military occupation of the Gaza Strip, including Gaza City and southern regions. The stated aim: to eliminate Hamas and later hand governing control to allied Arab forces—not Israel—but with no clear path to peace or normalcy.
The humanitarian fallout is devastating. More than 61,000 Palestinians have died in this war; hunger and malnutrition are rising sharply. Hospitals in north Gaza have shut down, and 193 people have now died of starvation, nearly half of them children.
Aid remains blocked, water is scarce, and many risk dying of hunger or disease long before future promises arrive.
We Don’t Know What Comes Next
There’s no clear path forward—only uncertainty for our daughter’s life and our ability to survive another day.
My name is Nadin, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
How You Can Help
I’m asking for support—not for comfort, but for survival:
Help us meet basic needs so we can breathe, heal, and preserve a world for our daughter.
Support us as I try to stand again on my own feet—even a glimmer of stability matters.
If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you can give—thank you. If you can’t—just sharing this post is a lifeline I will never forget.
I’m Saja from Gaza… and this is my story under war
My name is Saja. I’m a woman from Gaza, married, and a mother to a little girl who still doesn’t understand why we don’t 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 flour—and 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 heart—not 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 support—even a kind word—means 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 — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
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.
Please help! Sharing this would mean a lot. I’m sorry for posting about it so much- I wouldn’t if it weren’t serious. If you want to donate, here’s my Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/zombieparty
Even a share helps more than you know. Thank you!!
Hey everyone- this is a bit of a long shot, but I have to ask for help one last time. I’m just about a month away from finally being able to move in with my partner and start a new chapter of my life. Unfortunately, I’ve hit another housing issue.
Our landlord has given us until tonight to come up with rent, which I only found out about this morning due to a lack of communication. It’s frustrating, but I don’t have time to dwell- I just need to figure things out.
The good news is that my mom finally got a job, but she doesn’t start until August 4th. I’m still waiting to hear back from my contract work, and I can’t pick up anything new until I move. Freelance work has been keeping me afloat, but it only stretches so far.
If you can donate, I’d be incredibly grateful. If not, even just sharing this would help more than you know. I really hate having to ask again, but I don’t have many options right now. Thank you so much for reading- this will be the last time I reach out like this.
We actually have a GoFundMe set up now If you'd like to share it. I also have a Kofi you can support through as well, thank you again! I'll be working on getting commissions out of the way.
Hey y’all,
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