lia

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

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.

“Beard could be cool.”

after a long, exhausting day, spencer always comes home as quietly as possible. he carefully slips off his shoes, changes into his pajamas and crawls under the covers beside you.

if you stir, he whispers, “it’s just me,” before immediately pulling you into his arms.

if you stay asleep, he drapes an arm over your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck and drifts off in seconds.

he tends to fall asleep fast when he’s next to you.

he’s always adorably disoriented when he wakes up in the morning. his hair sticks out in every possible direction, his voice is hoarse, and his eyes stay half lidded and unfocused for a while.

he’s so clingy. the moment you try to get up, his arms tighten around your waist, and he mumbles, “just five more minutes” (which always becomes thirty).

he nuzzles into your neck, presses lazy little kisses to your jaw, or buries his face in your shoulder to block out the sunlight.

morning cuddles are sacred to him. his whole body relaxes when he’s wrapped around you, humming happily.

you love running your fingers through his messy hair and he always lets out the softest sigh when you do, silently asking you not to stop.

if he wakes up and you’re not beside him, he’ll shuffle around the apartment with his hair sticking up and one sock missing, mumbling your name until he finds you, then wordlessly collapses into your arms.

when he gets drowsy during the day, he slumps against you, cheek pressed to your shoulder, arms loosely looped around your middle.

sometimes he curls up with his head in your lap, blinking up at you through heavy lashes until he finally gives in and closes his eyes.

Like yes he gives Bob shit and tries to start fights with him, but when Yelena and Ava make fun of him, he just takes it and sometimes even like,,, grins at the teasing and banter.

And then there's that whole scene about them talking about their equipment in the truck, and John is so excited to talk about his hat/helmet and is wanting them to think it's cool even though they're kinda teasing him about it (and then later he actually DOES have a hat in the time skip 😭).