We are living among the rubble..and we need your help.War took everything from us our safety, our home, our peace.
Now, my wife and I, along with our three children Qusai (7), Eileen (5), and Hisham (2.5) are living in the ruins of our destroyed house.
We have no safe place to go. Renting is impossible due to the sky high prices. Even food and water have become a luxury we can barely afford.Every day is a fight for survival. But we haven’t lost hope.
Every small donation no matter how little means the world to us.It helps feed my children. It helps us hold on.
It tells us we are not alone.
Your support, your kindness, your prayers—they mean more than you know.
Please help us stay alive. Help us give our children a chance.
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.
Danny: Hey, Dick, can I borrow one of your old Robin costumes? I wanna win the Halloween costume contest.
Dick: Sure. Do you want the tights too?
Danny: The what?
Dick: Tights? Nude skater tights? That I wore underneath to keep warm?
Danny: ...
Dick: ...
Dick: Did you really think I ran around Gotham in the middle of winter with no pants on?
Danny: Knowing you, yes.
I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
uhm… pleased to bleat you? 🐑
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Danny the type of guy to pick a fight with guys twice his size and then turn around to make fun of them if they try to fight a guy as small as him
He will also fight insane people and just mock them for the insanity
He and the joker fight? Bohoo little clown man thinking crazy laugh is scary oh boohoo
Scarecrow? Makes fun of him for being defeated by gas masks, does he get injected? Yes. Does he simply stop his blood flow? Also yes
Scarecrow gets close to tears
It comes to a head when Batman tries to corner him and Danny busts out the good ol "big guy so scary until someone swings a crowbar" which then you can hear Nightwings scandalized gasp, red robins stifled laughter and red hood telling red Robin of for the laughter in the background
All of this as fenton, just some 5'5 guy build like a shrimp
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
Bruce: We need recon on a mission, possibly a distraction and a combat standby. Who volunteers for what?
Steph, Babs, Tim: RECON!
Duke: Distraction!
Dick, Jason, Cass and Damian: Combat!
Bruce: Jason, Damian you’re with Duke…actually Jason you’re with Dick. I don’t trust you with diversions anymore.
-later-
Duke: What are those Robin?
Damian, setting up C4 at an abandoned building: If Batman doesn’t trust Red Hood to do distractions, I’ll do what he does and then I can fight.
Duke: …How big is this going to be? Do we need more?
Damian: We need to go on patrol together more.
-next day-
Bruce: SIGNAL AND ROBIN ARE NOT ALLOWED ALONE EVER AGAIN WITHOUT PROPER SUPERVISION!
Jason: That was a cool explosion though.
The rest of the bats: Agreed.
just random things I find none of it belongs to me age:20. if you ask me things I might send long answers or simple small things. I get anxious and don't want to be seen as rude or annoying sending too much or too little
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