qan☆☆n!

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

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

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.

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

(lmao i dont think these pics match)

There's meeee (ft my makeup/fit from pride kinda)

WOWKEHSIWW didn't expect that xD

Okok I'll tag uh

@atlantis-just-drowned (MY TURN!) @itsumikorokotoyomonoko @nerd-cat-rambles @givemeallyourpenny

And yeah, it checks out for both of us

im going to kill someone (/lh) (i dont even need to be a fictional character for people to see me that way . head in hands)

WHAT THE FUCK???

VERDICT: IM BORING OKIJUHYGTFRT LMAO

damn 😭

. well !!

Hmm. Hmm. dunno what ta say.

“I am bad. And that’s good. I will never be good and that’s not bad. Because theirs no one i’d rather be. Than me.”

hard ass quote to come from a disney movie of all things-

Hmmmmmmmm… this doesn’t seem correct

Anyways!

And no that’s not what I look like in real life. I decided to recreate my internet person on picrew aka Hero from Omori instead of my irl appearance because fuck reality!

@angelicpsychedelic2359 @7yorishiroxz @heartzcannibal @sunloveskel @fimjey @imytheghost @dreamybasil @mawilikesstwawbewwies @sillybunbunaubrey

i cant make picrew yall😔

I have taken this quiz twice before,and I usually get Dead/going to die. I wonder what I did differently to get this?

I either get this or the hot one and idk why

uh oh..

HELL YEAH THIS DESCRIBES ME PERFECTLY

@cheese0mlets @memphywemphy @midaslikesplanes444 and anyone else who wants to join !!!! :D

Hooray?? (This is so puppycat-coded the BAPC brainrot is setting in)

Make you and your best friend and who you think would be the dog and cat friend

i have more than one best friend lol

Wish it had more skin tones tho

@whos-lumine @qannoon