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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:

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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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"Please read our story"

In Gaza, where dreams persist despite hardship, I, Mohammed Nasr, live with my family. My wife Yasmin, our children Nasr (8 years old) and Alin (7 years old), and I share a glimpse of our journey among what remains of our home.

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Imagine an ordinary day with the sun shining brightly, when suddenly, an explosion changes everything. Within moments, we found ourselves trapped. Seconds felt like hours until the rescue teams arrived. The incident left scars; I broke my leg and underwent surgeries.

When I returned home, everything had changed. Yasmin was struggling with trauma, and our children clung to us for safety. Nasr began searching for food, while Alin, always trying to smile through her sadness, sought moments of joy amid the challenges.

In addition to these hardships, Yasmin faces another battle with cancer. She urgently needs treatment abroad, as local resources have become limited.

Now, we live in temporary camps, facing a harsh reality, yet we still hold on to hope. We reach out to you for support, as every contribution can change our family's future.

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Your kindness could restore hope for our children, lighting a path forward. Together, we can create a chance for new beginnings.

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Thank you for listening.

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A little lotr/hobbit with black reader/poc reader. Just a little bored writing, real short.

In Middle Earth your skin tone was always a rarity, or to others who couldn’t appreciate beauty, an oddity. You never minded the stares since it was something common to you, unless it was a stare of disdain or something that just irked you, then you would have something to say.

You lived among Lord Elrond in Rivendell since he never cared how you looked or what you were, he showed you kindness, care and respect, all the same he did for Aragorn. During your time in Rivendell during the events of The Hobbit you met the Dwarves which was an….interesting experience to say the least.

You had walked alongside Lindir to greet Lord Elrond and the hunting party that you assumed had returned when you heard footsteps. However Lindir walked a little ahead of you, when you reached alongside the sight you saw was unexpected. Gandalf the gray, Thorin Oakenshield and a company of thirteen dwarves and surprisingly a half-ling.

Should I continue?

I LOVED the lotr x black reader I’ve been scrounging for literal years for black readers/ocs. Pls continue I’m fully seated!!!

Thanks. Pt2 will be on the way soon and hopefully a little longer.

Please help me and my family escape to a safe place and end the suffering.🙏🏻💔

The sound of warplanes is now very loud and frightening.😭🛩️💥

the bombing, destruction, hunger and pain have returned, we are still without a home without a safe place😭💔

We were displaced and homeless several times. There were no vehicles to transport us from the place that posed a danger to our lives. We could only walk or ride an animal. Our bodies are tired. We can no longer bear to move every time because we do not have food or drink to provide our bodies with energy. We lack all the necessities of life

I stand helpless and unable to provide milk and diapers for my child

Our children are dying of hunger

So I ask you to help and donate to save the lives of our children because I know that you will not abandon us or let us down.

Please help us 🙏

My first time writing. A little snippet of a Power rangers fic.

Power Rangers MM: Tommy’s Accident Pt.1

“Tommy make sure to stretch before you start warming up.” The dojo instructor suggested to Tommy as he went back off to the side. Tommy began stretching alongside his five friends, Jason, Kimberly, Zack, Trini, Billy. About thirty minutes later the six friends comms started beeping and they all asked to be excused. The teacher excused them from the Dojo. They packed their book bag and went out of the Angel grove high school and answered their comms.

Tommy: “Zordon, come in, Zordon?”

Zordon: “Rangers, their’s a monster terrorizing citizens in downtown Angel Grove at a park.”

Tommy: “We’re on our way!”

Tommy and the rangers skateboard over to the park. They see the monster named Blackburn alongside some putties. The rangers take out their morpher’s and morph.

Tommy: “Dragonzord!”

Zack: “Mastadon!”

Kimberly: “Pterodactyl!”

Billy: “Triceratops!”

Trini: “Sabertooth tiger!”

Jason: “Tyrannosaurus!”

The Rangers morphed and got straight to work taking out Putties while Zack and Jason focused on Blackburn. Putties were attacking an old woman and she yelled “Help!” Tommy saw Blackburn try and shoot the old woman and Billy with a ray gun as he was helping her…. To be continued.

Little Drabble

A little Roman General Justus Acacius X Black/ Poc reader. A small dribble to just make something sweet for the time being.

His prize

General Acacius X Black/POC Reader

Hooves…All you heard when your husband was arriving home was hooves, as you were making your way to the entrance of your home with two handmaidens flanking you trying to help you cover up properly with a thicker robe, yet you didn’t have much care.

You were to see your husband, after many nights spent worrying about his safety, and praying to the gods for his safe return. You knew your husband wasn’t the most righteous man to others, but to you he was the stars that filled your devoid nights and the very embrace you’d wish for at that moment.

As your long curly and course/ loose and curly/ straight black locs trailed behind you to your mid-back, after falling from there silk covering as they fell against your silk night robes which were as white as pearls, as your beautiful melanin skin, which was almost like the color that made vases that told of the most beautiful stories and tales/ skin that held beauty as the brown tourmaline and as dark as the many shades of the Chocolate Tahitian pearls which were littered across your arms in bracelets.

The entrance opened as your husband still clothed in his ceremonial armor, came over to your, nearly running as you two embraced one another tightly, not many knew the gentler and more domesticated side of General Acacius, but you did.

You tilted your head up looking to see those tired yet loving dark brown eyes looking down at you, as you felt the warmth of his olive toned skin against yours, you both could let out a exhale of relief as your eyes closed no longer having to worry for the others safety, as the comfort of each other eased the worry’s off both your shoulders.

Your handmaidens gently laid the thicker robe across your back before leaving to their chambers, to leave you two. As he heard their footsteps go out of hearing range, he lowly whispered, “My Lady, Mea Vita, I can’t hold your body as close as I wish to, but I can carry your love closest with me…How I’ve longed to see you again.”. You let out a soft exhale as you reluctantly moved back some.

“As you carry my love with you, I carry and hold yours….I drew you a bath, relax yourself in it and then come back to me.” As you were about to take a step backwards against the marble, he gently tugged you back to him as you met his gaze. “Join me my lady..” He lowly spoke with a glint of pleading within his eyes as they softened, hoping you’d agree.

(Mea Vita translates to “My Life” in Latin)

Should I continue? Either with another character or just finish the chapter?

If you want a different character just comment.

All of you here on Tumblr, don’t ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? ✊🏽 While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough—our hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here 🍁 I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.

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Shhhhh let them rest

Hello👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.