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.
note on describing mary's voice from the perspective of an in-universe character (who wouldn't know what a 'google translate' voice is)
“[a] child with a stiff voice ... [like] her vocal cords can no longer fluctuate.”
the implications? many, and all with great potential for fics.
Beacrox is smiling so much more now:
"Do you remember anything about me other than my name and my face?"
"My Item."
"I said to get rid of the possessive."
"So it was you after all."
[...]
"What was our relationship?"
"We both acknowledged each other's usefulness and agreed to use each other appropriately with mutual consent."And other than that, "A tour guide and a disgruntled customer. Ah, you're the guide."
"...What?"
"Also, I'm raising Sesung's hunter's child. You came to save me once when I was taken away by a dragon and somehow we ended up dancing together. You even risked one arm and an eye for me. We also participated in an auction house. That time, you were the customer and I was the product. In addition, you made me eggs sunny side up."
"Is this nonsense?"
"All of it was 100 percent pure truth. We also caught two SS-rank monsters together as a bonus, you know?"
Sung Hyunjae's eyes opened wide and he laughed silently. Maybe it was because of his mood, but he looked younger than usual.
"Did I say that I fell in love?"
"You even gave me roses."
"When?"
"When I destroyed the Hunter Association Building. You weren't there, I invited you to come and see, but you rejected me."
"That was my mistake." This time, he laughed out loud. I was glad to see him happy, but what do I do now?
I don't know if it was said before but let me say it anyway gang. everything that Cale trys to do becomes a bigger thing like
if you told him to poke a hole in the wall he'd end up taking the entire thing down
all his moves end up becoming bigger because he makes structural changes🎵 digs into the foundation of systems and uproots that entire thing 🎶 just because he doesn't like it and isn't willing to work surround by it, that's also kind of the reason that his dream is being a slacker and his action are the kind that would never let him achieve it. He really only wants to become a slacker with a world order that he finds acceptable🎶🎶 that's why he didn't want to get tangled up into the world of BoaH, because he knows himself, his strict bottom lines and stubbornness to achieve his goals. in this essay i will-
Reading tcf again and I had a realization that blew me out of the water.
Not only is it an unreliable narrator story, the narrator simply... Does not spell things out. You have to pick things up from context clues and body language, like this is some kind of game. It's crazy.
Like, here's some stuff that's NEVER EXPLAINED (in the parts I read, which was up to chap 600~)
Cale's trigger is whenever any child is in danger or hurt. His behavior immediately changes, even if he doesn't acknowledge it to us. It's especially obvious when he finds the crown for the first time.
Cale's gets self destructive when he's stressed. If he starts being weirdly self sacrificial or vindictive? He's stressed out of his MIND.
He's extremely petty about anyone who looks down on him. He convinces himself he's not, but it takes *ages* for him to forgive that kind of slight. And in some cases, it's enough to damn a person for good.
He actually has very obvious emotional tells that other characters have picked up on + they have already realized the points above and act accordingly when they see them.
Like, seriously. I thought I understood the subtleties of the story, but it took until now to see these traits. I was always kinda confused why he acted the way he did.
I don't know if it was said before but let me say it anyway gang. everything that Cale trys to do becomes a bigger thing like
if you told him to poke a hole in the wall he'd end up taking the entire thing down
all his moves end up becoming bigger because he makes structural changes🎵 digs into the foundation of systems and uproots that entire thing 🎶 just because he doesn't like it and isn't willing to work surround by it, that's also kind of the reason that his dream is being a slacker and his action are the kind that would never let him achieve it. He really only wants to become a slacker with a world order that he finds acceptable🎶🎶 that's why he didn't want to get tangled up into the world of BoaH, because he knows himself, his strict bottom lines and stubbornness to achieve his goals. in this essay i will-
Wrote a thing again:
Alberu & Cale Henituse, Alberu & Tasha
Alberu-centric (1883 words) <t rating>
Summary:
Alberu Crossman was used to living in an empty palace. There were servants, there were workers, knights, record keepers and mages, yet ultimately it was empty.
He was surrounded by undercover dark elves risking everything to help him, his aunt giving him unconditional love and support yet he still felt alone.
He wanted to make the future a better place but did not think himself worthy of existing in it. He learned and trained and did everything in his power to live up to the title of ‘crown prince’ and be better than everyone around him. After all, if he himself is not needed he just had to make his skills indispensable and earn his right to exist through them.
And then, he met Cale Henituse.
......
Or inspired by the stupid feeling when you wanna go home but you're already there, so now what? except it's Alberu and he found his home in the people around him
Of course ron cares for og!cale and the current cale, and cale cares for ron because that just who he is, but rereading while having @azroazizah 's 'cale is a depressed bastard' post I kind of been taking a deep dive on angst and questioning all of cale's throwaway comments, like on the earlier chapters when he was so convinced that
"They will definitely forget about [him]" (212)
yes it makes for great misunderstandings (which I live for), but at the same time I can't but think that he really does believe those kind of statements, and that his actions betray a certain self abandonment that aligns well with her theory
so we kind of know that ron cares for cale and cale cares for ron, but did cale think that he cares for him beyond just a servant-young master relationship, at least at the beginning, even though he read about og!ron's moment's abandonment of og!cale, knowing that he is not even the same person ron cared for like a decade.. erm
I think the lemonade can be another misunderstanding plot too, thinking on cale's maybe real fear of the /power/ of the people around him (not /of/ them specifically, just the fact that they're wayy stronger than he is in general) and not great perception of his personal value to the people around him
it's not far off to say that he really rather not drink that lemonade, but as with most things he does, he feels as though he has to
cale henituse is a depressed bastard (we kind of been knew) am currently rereading the novel, so this time I noticed a tea symbolism, where the after the first time ron gave cale lemon tea and he drank it life's kind been giving cale lemons ever since. so of course it got me thinking more about the relationship between cale and ron and find that it would be interesting to study.
what kim rok soo observed of the relationship between og!cale and him was that ron didn’t have any particular like for cale, so could he as cale also operate under that or..?
supposed to be a wip account for #tcf stuff, currently rereading tscir and will occasionly post. no i have not read part 2
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