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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:

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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Azmara's Diary Enteries

Entry 07. 18th December, 1854

His Gingerbread House

In me is he and he always will be. On the 3rd rack of the worn out wooden shelf, my arms on either side and my head tilted just right. My one leg over the other, he watches me forever. He tells me im the night of his dreams, he calls me the sweetest things till it all gets ugly. I wanna wish upon the stars but I always wanted to fly and now I can barely walk. The last time I felt the ground was when you splattered me. 

The wild blue that extends over me ripped from the cry of me, now is just a silent stream, nearby you washing away the guilt of your ignorance and flowing past to futures I never met. He tells me im the night of his dreams, he calls me the sweetest things till it all gets ugly. He eats me, all of me just like you did on that table in Alwine but you were brutal in a way my heart caved in. And for my welcome, he lets the white roses in the vase kept on the glass table in his gingerbread living room, dry. He tells me im the night of his dreams, he calls me the sweetest things till it all gets ugly.

The jutting crowns to cover the art of your unpractised chiseling trailing my stomach, the ghost dentures on the soft scalp of the dolls. He kisses my forehead everytime he leaves, my arms on either side and my head tilted just right. My one leg over the other as I sit on the 3rd rack of the worn out wooden shelf. 

He tells me im the night of his dreams, he calls me the sweetest things till it all gets ugly. He tells me im the night of his dreams, he calls me the sweetest things till it all gets ugly.

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Azmara's Diary Enteries

Entry 06. 4th December, 1854

The Table Of Alwine, Where I'll Always Wait For You

Taupe gray eyes. Brown hair swept back. The summer of my life. The ruse of that room and the feeling of being carried away. He told me my hands were the softest he had ever touched and I smiled with the blush coaxing my brain from the dangers of his. He said he will take me to better places with games thatll never end. I never felt so alive because now I never will as they grip the saddled lace of my cream dress reaching my young knees, and there he stood looking handsome as ever so I won't move and I won't complain. I remember 21st April standing infront of the pastry shop when I found the hazel in the taupe of your eyes because you told me you're falling and I felt so alive because now I never will. When I wake up you said, we'll ride around the city in the ferry so I didnt say anything when they crawled inside of me and pulled me out. I didnt move till their drinks kicked in and that's when I came alive.

With my back bare and my heart torn I tried making back into my mother's embrace and warmth. Holding together the chains of my throat that worked me to walk, I crawled. Your voice rounded against my back into the wounds and I felt them close so I stayed for you and with you till you too drove the sharp edge of your austrian german accent into my hollow body. And now I wake up on my own and cry for my daddy and you don't come back. It's been a decade and I wake up on my own, but it's okay because I know you'll come back. I know you will.

The buds of my innocence pick up on the smell of your cigarette so I look up to find you but its just them all around me with their hands busy, so I find comfort in this part of you and I take it with me as I fall into my sleep. In all the ten years of my life I've never felt the hunger of being touched and devoured and I never wouldve if you hadnt come along and stirred my suffering into such devotion.

I'll always wait for you in this house and in this room, on this table. I'll always love you, Daniel.

This supposed to be a song(yes without any chorus) but i neither have any intruments cause im broke nor do i have a nice voice so fuck it it. also i wrote this while listening to nettles so if you find any similarities they are intentional. and also ignore the grammar mistakes cause fuck english.

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16| Asian |Gem.

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Azmara's Diary Enteries

Entry 13. Friday, 14th August , 2024

If I ask you can I lie beside you in your grave? I think now, you'll say no. I can feel the thoughts running down my arms like the juice of the mango you cut for me that summer, I can feel your blood erasing everything I own in my own body and replacing it with the ruins of a traitor, sinner, bandit, I want a permanent home build from concrete not the rocking planks of your imagination. I can feel the misery spread into the room when I walk in and you're sitting there wishing for a saviour but it's just me, your daughter. I wanted to look like him, your god you seek so much but then I learned that to you, it's just a deranged picture of me, of her, of him and it's your disturbed mind that depicts it as a miracle descended from heaven, but I'm not a creature from there, I'm a creature from your womb, and i think that's why you repulse me because more than I have you in me, you have me in you. And so if I were you maybe I'd also repulse me too, maybe I'd too see me as the demented creature crawling from hell to you asking for your lap and fingers. One day I'm gonna grow wings as I melt into waters dirtier than your womb's because I'm a rotten, rotten thing. One day I'm gonna grow wings as I melt into an embrace warmer than yours because I've only ever known hell so anything that puts the fire to rest kills me. One day I'm gonna grow wings as I'll burst open through the veins where you flow. One day I'm gonna grow wings through my chest and I'll crawl on my back, one day I'm gonna outgrow these walls, one day you'll wanna lie beside me but you'll have to ask the high stone that stands there instead of my frame. One day you're gonna apologize and if I'm buried before that, then I'll crawl back to you, just like I did the first time.

feel my tears as I'm begging to you with broken ankles.

forgive the grammar mistakes im just very sad so this is isnt proofread

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Azmara's Diary Enteries

Diary entries from random dates. These entries are only virtual, they mean no harm to anyone and whatever is written in them is from the perspective of Azmara, a gender neutral narrator.

My name is not Azmara/Zita(both are the same person), they are a fictional character who treats tumblr and spacehey like their personal diary

Entry 13. Friday, 14th August , 2024

Entry 06. 4th December, 1854

Entry 07. 18th December, 1854

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And ofc the first chapter for the reader insert version is out too!

Mwah xoxo

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GUYS THE FIRST CHAPTER IS FINALLY OUT IM SORRY I PROCRASTINATED SO MUCH.

if there's any typo or grammatical mistakes please know that they're not intentional and things that i just missed while proof reading. Do let me know if y'all find something like that please🙏

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the first chap is coming together quite good i think HIHGGIGIG

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yall I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD im writing then chapter BUT SUCH A BITCH O PROCRASTINATE SO MUCH, im sorry for being such a lazy bum but i promise the first chapter is coming together lord give me strenght

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #425 )✅️

📢Very urgent.!

🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive

My name is Inas Imad, from Gaza, and I am 30 year old wife and first time expecting mother living in the most unimaginable and dire circumstances for over a year now. Three years ago I married my best friend and have struggled trying to start a family. Even after this war began, my husband and I did not lose hope in starting our family and we continued in determination to live and to bring new life into this world. I am now currently pregnant with our first child, however due to the consequences of this war, I am faced with a high risk, dangerous pregnancy according to the doctor and I am very afraid that if I do not get get adequate nutrition, the medications, and supplies that I need, I will lose my child. The doctor has ordered medication to be given by injection throughout my pregnancy to help me carry my baby to term, however I do not have the money to purchase the medication and syringes needed, nor do we have the money to purchase adequate nutrition. Life here in Gaza is very difficult and we become more hopeless by the day. My husband and I had just started to build our lives together. We had a nice home where we had planned to start our family, and now we are subjected to living in a tent where there is no bathroom and we spend our nights just trying to get warm. It has been difficult being pregnant and not having a bathroom or even a bed to sleep on, but I want my child more than anything. The only hope we have left is in our baby and I am asking you to stand with us. Please, help us in any way you can to save our child. We feel very alone and abandoned, but we are determined to live and we want to see our child be one of the miracles that comes out of Gaza. Any amount you can donate, no matter how small, means the world to us. We will never forget you standing with us. Please, help me to evacuate from Gaza so that I can see my dream of being a mother and bringing my beautiful baby into this world to make it a better place and helping my husband and I be able to watch our child grow up. We will be forever grateful to you.

Please you are hope for me!

Don't make me lose hope.!

He is my first child.!😭😭😭

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $10 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.!

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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Okay chat, tomorrow is my last exam and I'm almost done with the first chapter soooo ill prolly post the chapter soonnn. YAYYYY IM SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT ILL FIANLLYY BE DONE WITH THESE FUCKASS EXAMSSS. ILL ALSO BE UPDATING MY THEME AND SOME SHIT TOOO YAYYY

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ONLY TWO FUCKING EXAMS LEFT RAWWRRRRR THEN ILL BE POSTING THE CHAPTER TO MY FIC AND ALSO THE MASTERLIST AND a bit about myself hihihi BUT WTF IS CHEMISTRY SOMEONE FUCKING SAVE MEEEE

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came home from that fuckass exam at 2. Slpet at 3 with sun bleached flies blasting in my ears and woke up right now, at 10pm. Love you mother cain