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Hello, my name is Jaber Mohammad Al-Dahdouh. Iโm 13 years old, and Iโm sharing my story of how war has taken everything from my family and me ๐๐.
I grew up in northern Gaza, where we lived a life of comfort and love ๐๐ , all thanks to my mother, Maysaa โค๏ธ, who has a heart condition ๐, and my father, who worked hard to provide a bright future for us ๐๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ. My siblingsโShabaan, Hanan, Ahmed, and my youngest sister Ameera, our little darling ๐ง๐โwere my closest friends, and we shared dreams ๐, laughter ๐, and plans for a life full of hope ๐ โจ.
I was a student ๐ at the Rosary Sisters School, part of the Union of Churches. My school meant so much to me; it was more than a building ๐ซ. It was my second home ๐ก, a place where I felt safe and happy ๐๐, surrounded by friends and childhood laughter ๐ฆ๐ง๐ซ.
But in a single moment, our lives were turned upside down ๐๐ข. The war destroyed our home ๐ ๐ฅ and my beloved school ๐ซ๐, and we were forced to flee south under heavy bombing ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐จ. We took refuge in the Nuseirat area, hoping to find safety ๐คฒ. Yet even there, we were not spared; fighter jets bombed โ๏ธ๐ฅ the very place where we had sought shelter. I witnessed family members being taken from us in that attack ๐๏ธ๐ญ.
I share my story today as a child who has lost almost everything: my home ๐ ๐, my school ๐ซ๐ช๏ธ, family members ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐๏ธ, and even my dreams ๐ . I am reaching out not only to share the pain ๐ but to search for a glimmer of hope ๐ to help rebuild our lives.
I humbly ask for your support ๐คฒ๐ to help me and my family through this tragedy ๐๏ธ. My mother, Maysaa, is unwell with a heart condition ๐, and my remaining siblings and I need your support to rebuild from the devastation ๐๐. Your donations could be the only chance to restore a part of our hope ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ and enable me to build a new future from the rubble ๐กโจ.
Thank you for your kindness and support โค๏ธ๐๐ท.
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My name is Saja. Iโm 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 โ from her first smile to her first steps โ 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 โ a fragile, breathless moment โ 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 โ hiding, holding on, praying.
Iโm 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 daughterโs life.
And even now โ especially now โ 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 Iโm 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.
Thatโs why I keep going.
Iโve launched a campaign to ask for help โ not because itโs 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: ๐ค Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity ๐ค Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources ๐ค Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
๐ If you can, please support our journey here:
If you canโt 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 youโve never lived through war. But if youโve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them โ then you understand more than you know.
I donโt want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youโve read this far โ 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 itโs a lifeline.
I just wanted to share some official Alolan art for the UB/Necrozma-themed GO Fest today ๐
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YEAH IM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT thought abt how like petri came to be and like started this little comic! YAY maybe i'll make more
[ DARK RIDER/SPEED STAR โญ AU ]
a double secret identity speedbiker au me and my buddy have been working on where sonic is the resident speedbike celebrity and shadow is the new mechanic in town :D (more info )
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG
๐ต green hills' very own local celebrity! ๐ต has been racing professionally since his teens. tails is (or was!) his main mechanic before passing the torch onto his new employee ๐ต also part of the underground drag racing circuit.. it takes the edge off! ๐ต among busting crime syndicates and shady operations, Sonic (and company) have been tasked with keeping an eye on the drag race scene that's been buzzing with the introduction of new and innovative (and highly dangerous) mods involving a resource called Chaos Fragments.
SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG
โซ new in town โซ Tails' newest (and very first) employee! specializes in the repair of bikes. โซ he arrived in Green Hills a little after a mysterious green meteor shower โซ obligatory dark past...
DARK RIDER ๐ฉธ the newest racer in the drag racing circuit
messing around with human designs >:3
art tag: #mosaikart (16 - she/her- shy but loves to have fun )๐๐๐ฉ๐๐(CRK, Sonic and OC's)Sorry if I love-bomb your blog it's just very beatiful
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