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.
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Every day, I try to remind myself that we are still here. That despite everything we have lost, we are still breathing, still holding on. But some days, that is harder than others.
I lost 25 family members in a single moment. I can still hear their laughter, still see their faces when I close my eyes. But they are gone, and nothing will bring them back.
Our home, the place that held every memory, every moment of comfort, is nothing but rubble. We have been displaced over and over, searching for safety, searching for something that feels like home.
💔 Each day is a battle for survival. 💔 Each night is a reminder of who is missing. 💔 And yet, kindness still finds us.
Thanks to the generosity of people who have never met me, we have now reached $2,500. It is a small step in a long journey, but it is a step forward. And that means everything.
I am not asking for much—just the chance to survive. Even $5 can make a difference. If you cannot give, please consider sharing our story. You never know who might see it and be able to help.
Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for reminding us that even in our hardest moments, there is still goodness in the world. 💙🙏
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