Hi My Friend, I Need Urgent Help.

Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

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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

please donate if you can 🩷

fukasee

why he looking at me like I did it?? 😭😭🙏🙏

unedited ver

gumi!!!

this was supposed to be for her birthday but I was a little late (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

anyways here's a fun challenge, try to count all the stars in this drawing

Tenshi Kaiwai(ish) miku!!!!

this was for miku day but I'm kinda late heheh •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

Hello Im Ahmed from

Gaza can you help me please by donating or sharing send me love❤️🌸🫶🙏

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Donate to “A Humanitarian Appeal from Gaza: A Family’s Struggle for Sa, organized by Mohammed Qandeel

Hello everyone, I am Ahmed Qandeel from the Gaza Strip, speci… Mohammed Qandeel needs your support for “A Humanitarian Appeal from Gaza: A

Tenshi Kaiwai(ish) miku!!!!

this was for miku day but I'm kinda late heheh •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

In one corner of Gaza, drowning in destruction and echoing with suffering, sat Umm Saleh, a woman in her fifties, beside her modest tent hastily erected after losing her home in the latest bombardment. Her face told stories of patience and resilience, with lines of time etched on it as if they were records of unforgettable events.

Umm Saleh, who once lived in a small house filled with the voices of her children, now bore witness to the agony of displacement. She was forced to flee with her children after a shell hit their home, leaving behind years of memories and simple belongings she never imagined would become unattainable.

Every morning, Umm Saleh leaves her tent in search of sustenance to feed her children. She goes to bakeries providing aid, waiting for hours under Gaza’s scorching sun. Despite the exhaustion that weighs down her frail body, she carries the bread, dampened with her tears, and returns with a fake smile that conceals the worries of a mother striving to protect the remnants of her family.

At night, when everyone else is asleep, Umm Saleh remains seated at the entrance of the tent, gazing at the dark sky. She reminisces about the days gone by, about her home that was once filled with warmth, and about her elderly, ailing husband of 70 years. Despite the pain, she finds remnants of hope in her heart—a hope for a day when peace will return and her children and grandchildren will live in a new home brimming with joy.

In moments of solitude, Umm Saleh finds solace in prayer and supplication. She implores God to protect Gaza and its people and to wipe away the dust of sorrow from everyone’s hearts. She often repeats, "We are here to remind the world that we are stronger than war, and we will rebuild our lives anew, no matter the cost."

Umm Saleh is not just a displaced woman but a symbol of patience and strength in the face of harsh circumstances. Her story, like the stories of thousands of mothers in Gaza, embodies the continuous struggle for life in a land torn apart by war, yet still blossoming with hope.

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Donate to My house was destroyed, my dreams too, help I'm almost done., organized by Ali Hhkup

Hi, my name is Mohammed, I'm a 21 year old guy who is trapped i… Ali Hhkup needs your support for My house was destroyed, my dreams too, hel

Please help us through these hard times

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my mikuo redesign ^__^