I Was Here Before

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.

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.

The situation in #Gaza is beyond dire. For a week, no aid trucks or goods have entered. Food prices are skyrocketing, and we are facing a new wave of famine.

I am a father, and I am watching my children go hungry. I am reaching out to your white hearts—please don’t let us face this alone. Consider my children as your own and help us buy food to survive.

**Every dollar is a meal. Every share is a lifeline. 🙏**

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I contemplate the happy faces of people around me here in Ireland and reminisce about the happy normal life my family and I had before the war. A life that turned into a distant memory for us and was replaced by an unending series of horrible nightmares.

Unlike my family in Gaza, people here have access to drinking water, all types of food, electricity, and a roof over their heads. Above all, they are safe, and I cannot help but wonder if they genuinely do appreciate these blessings in their lives enough.

People seem relaxed and laughing wholeheartedly around me in Ireland. I wish I could laugh too, but I am crushed way beyond recovery on the inside. I was evacuated by my Irish college after five months of living the horrors of war in Gaza. I hope you will never know what it feels like to live in constant fear and worry and be horrified by the most sickening and scary nightmares every single night while you are far away from your family in such circumstances.

When did my people in Gaza cease to be human beings worthy and deserving of a normal life? Has it become normal now for my family in Gaza to be starved and killed while the whole world is watching the genocide? If that is the case, then you will have to excuse me if I seek every avenue to bring them to Ireland and start a new normal life like all people here around me.

I was assured by the Irish Reugee Council (IRC) and lawyers in Ireland that there is hope I can reunite with my family in Ireland. In difficult times, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me and my family, you are literally our light and hope for a better life.

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Hello

I hope you are doing well. I am reaching out to you with a humble heart during this blessed month of Ramadan.

My family and I are currently in Gaza, and we have lost everything. We are struggling to secure even the most basic necessities like food and clean water. Ramadan is usually a time of warmth and shared meals, but this year we cannot provide iftar for our children.

Our children are very young, and it breaks our hearts to see them go without. Our little girl, Habiba, especially needs milk and diapers, and we are unable to afford them.

I know many people are asking for help, and it is not easy to choose who to support. But if you can find it in your heart to help our family, even a small contribution would make a huge difference for us. If you are unable to donate, simply sharing our message would also mean so much.

Thank you for taking the time to read our message. May your kindness be returned to you many times over.

With gratitude and hope.

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Please help my daughter's sweetheart alleviate her suffering.

Because of the tent life and the spread of infectious diseases and many epidemics, she deserves a better life like other children; she has the right to play and study.

We cannot afford to buy medicine due to our difficult living conditions. Please save my daughter; every donation makes a difference in Habiba's life.

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Irina Sendler said, "My parents taught me that if a man is drowning, it doesn’t matter what his religion or nationality is. You have to help him."

When the Nazis began to trap the Jewish quarter in Warsaw,

Irina sneaked into the neighborhood with official papers, saying she was there to check for diseases. But her real goal was to save the babies from death.

She carried a medical box and carefully hid some babies inside it. Often, she used potato carts to hide other children and move them outside the trapped area, or covered them with blankets to keep them hidden from the guards.

She had a well-trained dog that barked loudly whenever the guards came near, to distract them and cover the babies’ cries and screams.

Irina wrote their real names on small pieces of tissue, put them inside bottles, and buried the bottles under an apple tree at a friend’s house. She believed that one day, someone would find those bottles.

The Nazis caught her and tortured her,

breaking her legs and feet, but she never told them about any child. She kept their secrets safe.

Her friends bribed the guards and got her released.

During the war, she saved about 2,500 children.

When asked why she risked everything, she simply answered,

"I couldn’t leave them."

Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.

And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no way out for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.

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.

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.

I am kindly asking for your support.

Any donation or re-share means a lot to us. Thank you from the heart to everyone who helps us ❤️

Gaza is still bleeding !!!!

Donation link for a family from Gaza

People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.

It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.

During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.

My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.

312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!

Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:

https://chuffed.org/project/145440-help-anass-family-survive-and-rebuild-after-gaza-war

If you can’t donate, please reblog, share, tag people.

Your support is literally life saving for us.

Thank you for not looking away.

Thank you for keeping Gaza alive in your heart.

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Our dear friend @abdulrahman-family is going through something heartbreaking. We are doing our best to reach as many hearts and eyes as possible, so that his story and his pain are not overlooked.

He is devastated, as he is looking at his mother fighting for her life in a healthcare system that has fallen apart.

As we fight together for medical evacuation, the family is struggling with medical and living expenses while having no income.

Please, help them. Share, and donate if you can.

Happy Holidays.

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For the past two days, the storm has pushed families in Gaza into conditions that are impossible to imagine.

Our tents have flooded, our bedding is soaked, and the cold rain hasn’t stopped for a moment. Many families no longer have a place to stay… and mine is one of them.

I’m a child, and all I know right now is that we spend long hours under the rain, just trying to find a dry spot to rest. I see the exhaustion in my family’s eyes, and I feel helpless, because we have nothing to do but wait for the storm to end… or for someone to reach out and help us.

My family is fighting hard to keep going, and any support could mean so much to us in these painful moments.

Please share this and donate to my family, it would mean more than you can imagine.

For about a month now, my sleep schedule has changed. I go to bed very early and wake up in the early morning hours, about an hour before sunrise. I no longer use Tumblr for more than an hour or less. I don't try to send messages to anyone, I don't talk to anyone, and I have no motivation to ask for help from anyone, and I don't know why. Before the war, our life was relatively stable. We had a small, modest house where we lived a simple life. We loved our house very much; I built it brick by brick and bought its furniture piece by piece. For ten years, I tried to save money to buy the most important things until our house was almost finished about a month before the war began. I didn't have a stable job and I accepted any job that brought me a little money. Sometimes I worked in my field of study as a social worker for a while, and when my work was over, I worked in construction. I learned the trade of building houses from my father and I was a skilled worker at it because, since I was a child, I had worked with my father in construction during the summer holidays after the school year ended. In both jobs, I didn't earn much money, so my biggest ambition was It's about securing food for a week, buying a few other basic necessities for my family, paying a deposit for a refrigerator or washing machine, or considering buying a new appliance on installments.

That's how we lived. We accepted little and lived day by day. I don't recall ever having more than $500 in all the 11 years I've been married.

Now, more than two years after the war on Gaza!!!

Life has been turned upside down. Most of the residents of this impoverished strip have suffered countless disasters and immense losses. My family and I find ourselves in the middle. We survived two direct bombings, and when I remember this, I feel immense joy at having survived. But this feeling vanishes and flips completely when I remember that our home, which sheltered us, was completely destroyed.

It seems this cursed war left us alive, but something inside us has died. Happiness has died, stability has died, security has vanished, and securing food now requires immense hardship and countless compromises. Even a little rain has become one of the biggest challenges we face!!! I don't know if I've become mentally ill, especially since I used to advise people on how to overcome psychological and social crises, given my work in the humanitarian field.

Everything has become complicated and seemingly without solutions. Unfortunately, we have no options; we're forced to live as best we can, unable to change anything. We just wait for what happens next, as if we're living in a large prison, eating what's given to us, living in a designated space, and sleeping because the sun has set. I went to sleep around 8 PM today, and I want to tell you that, as usual, I woke up at 1 AM to another nightmare. I don't know why these nightmares haunt me every night, as if sadness refuses to leave me even in my sleep! My friends and brothers,

We are suffering from a humanitarian, social, economic, and political catastrophe, and it seems we will continue to suffer, and it seems our lives will end while we are still suffering. But the only thing I think about most now, and what I hope to do everything I can for, is my young children. The moments of happiness and stability in my life are over, but I hope my children will live a better life. So please, for their sake, don't abandon us. Please, they are my other chance, the life I will never live, but the most important one. This is the end of my message. So please help us.

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For the past two days, the storm has pushed families in Gaza into conditions that are impossible to imagine.

Our tents have flooded, our bedding is soaked, and the cold rain hasn’t stopped for a moment. Many families no longer have a place to stay… and mine is one of them.

I’m a child, and all I know right now is that we spend long hours under the rain, just trying to find a dry spot to rest. I see the exhaustion in my family’s eyes, and I feel helpless, because we have nothing to do but wait for the storm to end… or for someone to reach out and help us.

My family is fighting hard to keep going, and any support could mean so much to us in these painful moments.

Please share this and donate to my family, it would mean more than you can imagine.