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"A Voice from Gaza… A Cry for Help"

Hello, I’m Saja from Gaza 🇵🇸💔 I’m writing to you today during one of the hardest moments of my life… For months, we’ve been living under the fire of war 💣. The bombing never stops, and death follows us everywhere 🕊️. Destruction has become a daily scene in our lives 🏚️.

But war is not our only enemy… Prices have skyrocketed 💸🔥, and everything has become unaffordable. A loaf of bread 🍞, a box of milk 🥛, a bottle of water 🚰… have all become distant dreams. Even the most basic needs are no longer within reach. We survive on so little, trying to hold on despite the pain 😔.

My home is no longer the same 🏠❌, our lives have changed, and safety has vanished. My children no longer know peaceful sleep or full meals 🛏️🍽️. Every day brings a new danger, and every night we pray just to survive one more day 🙏.

This is a picture of my home after the bombing… Our dreams turned to rubble. 🧱💔

Today, I am asking you for a helping hand 🤝, a message of support 📣, a kind word 💬, or any contribution, no matter how small 💖. Any support — big or small — makes a real difference in our lives 🌟.

Chuffed

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’re unable to donate, please help by sharing or reblogging this post 🔁. My voice may not reach far, but with your help, it can reach those who can make a difference 🌍✨.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who reads and cares ❤️. Your presence gives hope in a time where we’ve lost almost everything 🌹.

Lurking at the border of thoughts that should not have crawled their way in

you think that you would like to take the knife and thrust it through the place near your throat and heart. you ponder how much force it would take just to pierce the skin. how much would you have to dig until the sharp edges collide with bones and rip away blood vessels. how much until warm blood pools on the floor. how much until you can tug your heart out of the body and throw it away. just so in hopes that this all consuming black hole that has rooted in there and is slowly crawling all over your lungs will be cut apart from you.

again and again, you wonder, how much will it take until it reaches the edge?

To the broken world,

And the broken heart,

Pick up your shattered fragments

And piece them together

Slowly,

Gently,

Kindly,

Though careful

Not to fetch harm

While healing.

Silly girl Who holds on to fleeting words Why do you dream of going back When you already had a chance? When you already had a chance?