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At this point I think I have dealt with a lot, almost everything, almost everything. Sometimes I wonder what I would have been or how my life would have been today if life didn't show me its other side. I also think if anything in my life made sense because after whatever happened or almost happened, I am still alive. Couldn't run away, cause there wasn't any other option but to face. The only way out was through, I feel I still am partially in. And I think maybe it's okay if nothing had any meaning.. because I am still alive, I may not be tomorrow or some day so it's okay.

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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Cloud Atlas (2012) - Film Review and Analysis

“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” – This line echoes not just through the centuries (eras of multiple times) depicted in Cloud Atlas, but through the very thematic soul of the film itself. What if every choice we make, every act of cruelty or compassion, sends ripples across time, influencing lives we…