We Don't Have Much, But We Hold On To Each Other. 🤝

🌸 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

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?

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hm. thats a babygirl. image id in alt text!!

From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

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Help Naser & His Brothers Rebuild Their Future

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

Don't ignore my story

"My family lived a simple, stable life, filled with hope and hard work. Father Youssef worked every day to provide for his family, his wife, and his three children. They owned a small house that provided them with security and warmth, and the children went to school, carrying their dreams of a better future.

But, in a tragic moment, war came and destroyed everything. Youssef and his family lost their entire home, leaving only ruins that held their painful memories. Youssef's source of livelihood was gone, and his children were deprived of education, their most basic right. Now, the family lives in poverty, facing a severe shortage of basic necessities such as food, shelter, and medicine.

Despite these difficult circumstances, Youssef has not lost hope. He believes that goodness still exists in people's hearts, and that your support can make a huge difference in their lives. My family desperately needs your help to secure treatment for the children, provide safe shelter, and send them back to school.

Every donation, no matter how small, will serve as a ray of hope. Lighting the path for the Youssef family to a better future.

Thank you to everyone who is helping support this family as they struggle to rebuild their lives.

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I am kirsty, I am from England, I met Youssef through volunteer work with Ebon… Kirsty Watson needs your support for Youssef and his family

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🚨 !! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed 🚨

On September 18, 2024, I created my campaign to help go to a safe place outside the Gaza Strip.

On November 16, 2024, my son Ibrahim was injured by explosive fragments

My son ibraheem is in critical condition He has been taken to the operating,, and urgently needs treatment outside the Gaza Strip.

# He needs medicine at a very high price.

# I need help ASAP & DONATE.

# HELP US PROVIDE TREATMEMTS.

🆘Please help us by donation to stay a live and leave Gaza with my children.🆘

Share this link as you can as possible🍉🍉

Please anything you can do is an invaluable help.💌

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* 10$ = 108 SEK

* 25$ = 272 SEK

* 50$ = 544 SEK

* 100$ = 1,088 SEK

Your generosity can save us

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Donate to Help Shadis family to survive from war to a safe place., organized by Mohamed Jadalhaq

Important note: Donation value: American Dollar to Swedish Kr… Mohamed Jadalhaq needs your support for Help Shadis family to survive from wa

Part 2 of Power Rangers MM: Tommy’s Accident Part 2

Continued from Part 1…

Summary: The rangers get called from the dojo to go fight putties and a new monster in downtown angel grove at a park. While fighting the rangers try and get an older citizen out of the way and Tommy ends up taking the shot for Billy as he tries to help her but Blackburn draws his attention back to him while Tommy has to help the older citizen.

…Tommy ran and jumped in front of the ray and it took his skills and gave him a nasty black mark on his right rib.

“Tommy!” Billy yelled as he was about to go over to him but the monster kicked him and he had to fight it. “Get her to safety!” He yelled to Tommy while fighting Blackburn. Tommy made his way over to the older woman. “Come with me ma’am.” He spoke to her reassuring her as he got her to safety. “Are you alright young man?” The old woman asked as he got her to safety. “I’m a ranger ma’am, not many worry bout our safety but we worry about yours…I’ll be fine..Now GO!” He spoke to her passing her to other civilians who helped her and hurried and got out of there.

Tommy returned to the fight feeling a little lightheaded but still put up a fight against a putty but was somehow beaten at the last minute. He laid out sprawled on the ground and demorphed in pain as he noticed a black almost like virus goo on his right side. The Rangers all looked at him but quickly finished off the rest of the putties and Blackburn left to return but spoke before he left “Time is ticking for him and my book will soon be finished, just like he will be. I’ll be back Rangers!”

The Rangers demorph and go over to Tommy. “Tommy! You alright man?” Zack spoke crouching down to help him but all Tommy could do is shake his head almost like he didn’t want to get up and groan lightly in pain.

“Guy’s! Look at his side. There’s like some black slime on him.” Trini spoke lifting the side of Tommy’s shirt. She gently touched it and he let out a sharp hiss in slight pain before she felt his forehead.

“He’s burning up with a fever. Whatever this virus is, It’s making him sick based on the way it looks. Let get him back to Alpha and Zordon to see if they can assess what this is on him.” Jason spoke looking at Tommy. Billy helped Tommy up carefully leaning him against him. They all tapped their Morpher and looked up getting teleported to HQ.

Alpha: “Rangers, Ay, yi, yi, yi, yi! What happened?”

Kimberly: “It’s Tommy! He’s been hit by some nasty goo from Blackburn.” She spoke worried as Billy continued to hold Tommy up.

Part 3 and 4 coming soon.

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 🙏

Stop for a minute and look at what is happening to us 😥🙏

This is what happened near us last night 😭

We are not numbers 😥

We are unable to live We are very tired We miraculously survived I don't know if we will survive the next time We are unable to stay here 😩

To all the merciful hearts Look at us please Help us 😭

Help us and spread our story so that the whole world can see what we are going through We are not numbers.

I raised €390/€10,000

I raised a little bit of money but still not enough to cover my expenses to get out of here 😥

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Please help my family

My name is Aisha

I never imagined I would find myself in a situation that would require me to write these words, but life has taken an unexpected and devastating turn. My family, consisting of my beloved husband and our eight children, is facing a crisis that we cannot overcome alone. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, has been shattered. The roof over our heads, the walls that protected us, and the place where our children grew up are lost. We lost not only our home, but the foundations of our lives. Now, we struggle every day to survive, with nowhere to go or a way to rebuild without help.

Our children, who should be focused on school and their dreams, worry instead about where they will sleep or when their next meal will be. The weight of their fear and confusion breaks my heart. As parents, we feel helpless and unable to provide basic necessities for our loved ones.

We are urgently asking for help because we cannot do this alone. We need to rebuild not only our home, but our lives. Every donation, no matter the size, will go directly to providing our children with a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and a chance to dream again. Please, if you can find it in your heart to help us during this desperate time, we will be forever grateful to you. May your kindness and generosity be the light that guides us through this darkness.

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Help Aisha and her children

I am Elizabeth, and I am fundraising on behalf of Aisha and her family from Gaza. Here is her message:"My name is Aisha Rabah, I am 42 years