G.R.O.T

Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, it’s the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.

With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.

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

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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.

on their way for a world record

Tyzias Entykk

She's a rebellious telemarketing worker who writes about the struggles of her nightly life on a diary. She has to lay low, and despite her job and aspect, she is a very anti-social person. Her matesprit is pratically the only person she ever talks to outside work, and consequently, the only one who's aware of her rebellious intentions. She sees the extermination of limebloods as a 'repulsive act', and complains about the Alternian legislaceration system. Sleeps once a month.

Stelsa Sezyat

A surprisingly refined merchant who sells cosmetics and self-care products of low quality. What did you expect? It's what a rustblood can afford. Despite not being pro-Empire, she is very against her matesprit's rebellious intentions, mostly due to worry for her safety. Yet she does nothing to stop her. Tagora often buys from her.

Tirona Kasund

A very poor child living in the messy outskirts of Outglut, which are pretty near to the Brooding Caverns. Being a curious girl, she once decided to take a gander in there, and has meet the jadeblood Trizza Tethis. Since then, she has began following her on every social media and declares them 'best friends', unaware that it is one-sided. She is very loyal to the jade, alongside the fuchsiablood Wanshi Adyata, whom she expects to take the throne someday. She often spreads propaganda through posters and wooden signs.

Tagora Gorjek

A soon-to-be butler who is great at putting on fake smiles. He was being taught how to be polite and serious when needed by his kismesis, who eventually have up trying to surpass Tagora's sassyness and stubbornness. He is somewhat of a trickster, always messing up orders on purpose, and somehow evading getting culled.

Tegiri Kalbur