it happens at the worst times

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.

I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.

When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹

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— You don't feel like going to school, so you decide to kill the time at church.

— Oops, you forgot that your oblast (state) banned all Russian religious organizations two years ago, and the only concealed Russian church is more than half an hour away.

— You arrive at school and don’t understand anything; your teachers have stopped trying to help you.

— You leave school early to avoid a lesson on Defense Of Ukraine. Luckily, none of the other Russians from Donbass living in your area go to school, so you have someone to hang out with.

— You go to the cheapest Hungarian place for a late lunch. When police officers pass by, they take down the flag.

— You listen to the radio while you eat. The state language commissioner has asked another city with a significant Russian minority to ban Russian-language cultural products. The church in the city is advertising its family memorial service for Stephan Bandera. Ukrainian has been added to the list of languages ​​in which you can communicate with Santa Claus.

hi yeah so this thing is constantly running grocery money fundraisers, disabled, adhd, autistic plural transfem who does community building work, but like, but how about a FUNdraiser? for something fun. instead of necessities?

it'd cost about £400 to get a shiny metallic green latex catsuit, and it really wants a shiny metallic green latex catsuit, and if it could raise the funds for it, it would really like to get one! for M1SC!

would you like to help it get a really nice latex catsuit? >donate here<

One year ago I received a death threat from my roommates and lost my job while dealing with the paranoia and anxiety. I have been unable to find employment since then. My girlfriend, her boyfriend, and I have been living together since 2025. I am running out my medications, I no longer have my sleep meds. My girlfriend and I are both unemployed and are running out of money and cannot keep our apartment on one part-time income. We have no reliable transportation and are disabled. We have been struggling with our weights recently and we're both the lightest we've been in years, I recently lost all the weight I gained again.

Please reblog or give a few dollars to help out. I will try to take more photos in the future, I have some I want to take, but my mental health is not in a good place right now. I love you, please share or donate. <3

Below is a list of previous posts (might be updated in the future)

We have a little good news to share for pride! Food and rent are taken care of for the next month. Thank you so much for donating, it has meant a lot. We're planning on taking the cats to the vet soon, we even have a way of transporting them, we just have to do it one at a time. I am still struggling with sleep, my weight, eating, and mental health, the last couple of weeks have been particularly bad but im getting back to things again. My girlfriend has had a couple of interviews and one coming up so we still only have one income for three of us, I have had none.

If anything comes up with the cats or appointment making I'll make another update. We've been busy this past week so we're kinda wiped. Happy pride, here's some cats <3

Once again i can't count how frequent the accusation of queers, gay and trans people (esp trans women ofc) preying upon vulnerable children is, how it's used as a one size fits all bag to put sexual deviants in. Don't like someone's kinks/identity? Just say they're a child rapist!

And we won't ignore the way this harms children, as all that professes to "protect children from strangers" does. More control for the parents, children put in a gilded cage. Age verification on the internet doesn't protect kids from "pedos", it helps parents control what their kids do and don't. and so the bars of the gilded cage are made stronger.

All that to say, change begins with you. It begins with you choosing to stop pointing to the specter of the pedophile as this great evil to be stopped by normal people, by not feeding the machine.

Don't reblog that post calling a transfem a pedophile, even if you think it has a point. In fact, if you think it does, take a long hard look within yourself, because i can guarantee you're probably dagerously wrong.

Don't reblog or make vagueposts, either. The weapon is still a weapon, even when it's not aimed to someone specific. All together, remove yourself from the machine that creates the specter of the pedophile as a danger, a predator. Remove it from your dni, dnis are basically worthless as anything but a virtue signal.

The harder step, the next step, is making sure kids can be safe. Not safe in the parent sense, in the hiding away from the world, in the gilded cage, but safe as in safe to exist, safe to be alive.

im gonna try explaining myself, cus im a gambling addict and im waiting for the day that it actually works.

"forgiveness" is personal, that's why I said in the post that you might inflict harm on people for which they can never forgive you, but that's their quest. if you abuse someone, you can't go no-contact with yourself. you actually keep living in your own head indefinitely, and ultimately you need to learn to live with yourself in order to continue living a full life without further harm. this is not necessarily an anti-carceral thought, although i am generally anti-carceral myself. I simply want people to like, fix their heart and atone for real with measured accountability & self love instead of dissociating, self-marking themselves forever and guaranteeing their recidivism.

as always, it and its partner are homeless and disabled trans women living purely off donations from tumblr as they keep terminating us both every single day, and we still badly need support as we're going to be fully on the streets again in less than a month. please keep reblogging this aid post, and its paypal is here. anything would be greatly appreciated.

Shira is in the emergency room with a very bad infection after being forced to live on the street after surgery.

We are approaching the beginning of the month, and she urgently needs the €600 for the house rent before the 1st. Please, we kindly ask for your help and support. We are truly in desperate need of assistance at this difficult time.

We have raised €234 out of the €600 needed for the house rent. Please, please share this with others. We only have a small amount left to reach our goal.

Come on folks, every little bit helps. Lets not put her back out on the streets!

Unfortunately, because of her medical condition—which is very difficult to treat and continues to show noticeable deterioration—there is a constant fear that she may lose her housing. She already lost her first place to live, and now she is staying in a shared house, renting a room with someone else. The rent is €600 per month. Please, we urgently need to raise the €600 before the first of the month. So far, we have only managed to collect €14. Please share her story and support if you can. She genuinely needs help.

"Please help me. I am honestly terrified. I feel constant panic, my stomach is in knots, and I keep vomiting from fear and stress. I barely have any food to eat, but what scares me the most is losing the place where I am staying. No one seems to have mercy anymore. If I cannot pay the €600 rent, I will lose the only place I have. This is the only place where I keep my clothes, my medication, and where I can sleep temporarily while I try to recover and get my health back on track. Please, I have to pay the rent at the beginning of the month. I am begging for your help. Please share this message and help me reach anyone who might be able to assist. Thank you from the bottom of my heart

My gf's household received an eviction warning for 2,200$ and they need help to cover it! Please give her whatever you can so she doesn't get evicted, it would really mean the world to me. If you can't donate, at least please reblog okay?

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