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Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔
We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.
Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️
I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍
If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say. Every kind act ripples outward. ✨
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Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏
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genuinely insane how difficult it is to participate in your own life
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In The Mood For Love (2000) dir. Wong Kar-Wai
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This is still my favorite vine she’s just like me
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New kinda guy just dropped and I’m here for it
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“You show me a capitalist and I’ll show you a bloodsucker.”
| Malcolm X
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learning about breasts as baby feeders and male attractors made them appear to be my enemies. learning about my uterus as an organ dedicated to creating and growing a fetus made it appear to be my enemy. i had parts of my body that opposed my own will–where i didn’t want children, my breasts and uterus did. where i was a lesbian, my breasts grew against my will to attract men, and my uterus wanted fertilization. of course i hated them! of course i wanted to cut off and destroy the parts of my body that opposed the innate nature of my brain!
how evil, that little girls are taught that their bodies “want” anything but their own survival and happiness. my breasts store fat that will help me survive disease and famine. my uterus regulates my hormones, keeping me healthy. i could use them to grow and nurture a child if i wanted to do so–but they aren’t trying to push me to do anything. they’re just helping me stay alive! my brain, my uterus, my breasts, and every other part of my body are a team, all working for me, according to my wishes and goals. no part of myself is my enemy.
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