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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

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.

With love and endless gratitude

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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disconnected from tumblr, disconnected from life

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the cycle of life

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I hate it when I’m really nice …. And then people are just not that nice ? The audacity

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I often wonder what I would be doing in life if I didn’t have my phone.

Would I be out doing more?

Is it too easy to be entertained with synthetic information and connection?

My phone is a powerful tool that can be used for great purposes; always being connected with distant family, debates cleared up as quickly as you can google the answer, and forewarnings of disasters that could threaten more lives if not the message being sent out with the touch of a post button.

Like most things that seem so convenient there is that catch. Unfortunately I’m so immersed in the technological fantasy world that I’ve created so subtly through time that my entire life depends on it. I don’t know how to get anywhere, I don’t know what to do about anything if it weren’t for google. I have a lack of critical thinking skills and a surplus of time to mindlessly wander the internet.

All of the hours spent building up this second life have been lifetimes stolen from true connections and love that could be tangible in my life.

My hand is somehow formed to fit my phone in my palm so perfectly, it has this lucid screen, so clear, and crisp, I could look at it all day, I light up when that buzz comes in as if it were calling my name and shouting “YOU ARE LOVED”. Only to open my phone and find that the message was not that I was loved, it’s the aching hope that maybe one day it will bring me close enough to feeling those warm feelings I once felt with them or with anyone.

I feel so alone yet it doesn’t quite matter as long as my focus is somewhere, somewhere in the hands of time locked on to my my mind with a firm grip so that I dare not look that way. So that I never notice that all along I wasn’t talking to you, you were never there. It was a figment of my imagination… which doesn’t seem so awful these days, anything but to feel alone.

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Pisces/Aries/Taurus/Aquarius/Virgo/Leo Placements after rethinking their life decisions

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hey, my kurdish friend wanted to point out that the iranian woman murdered by the police in tehran was a kurd and her kurdish name was jîna emînî. she has mostly been referred to as mahsa amini, the iranian version of her name, in the media & that can ofc still be used to make sure posts about her reach a mainstream audience. however people should make sure to mention her given kurdish name foremost, as well as highlight the fact that she was a kurd in the first place, because that played a part in her facing the violence that she did.

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Hug me so that the scars on my soul hurt a little less and kiss me so that I can forget worries for a moment

Can't you see my body is bleeding, I'm starting to lose my battle, soon all hell is gonna break loose.

Because once I unleash all my demons, you would run for your life