Despite all the pain and cruelty of war, Eid al-Fitr remains a time for joy and glorification of God's rituals.

It is a day when we cling to life and celebrate it regardless of the circumstances, young and old, because joy is a right that war cannot take away from us.

Today, I was filled with indescribable happiness. I was finally able to meet my family after a long absence due to the resumption of war.

My brothers and their young children all came to visit me, despite the difficulty of moving and the scarcity of transportation due to fuel shortages and the constant bombing everywhere.

However, the moment I saw them, I felt that Eid had truly returned to me, and that the warmth of family is irreplaceable. However, I truly, truly miss my father, whom the occupation exiled to the West Bank and prevented us from seeing for more than a year and a half. I miss him greatly.

I also miss my brother Mohammed, who is four years older than me. He has been traveling and living outside Gaza for many years. Due to the harshness of life here, he emigrated and left the country.

One of the moments I will never forget was seeing my nephew, Khaled. I looked at him as if I could see life in his eyes. I took some pictures of him, praying to God to grant me a child like him, one with the same innocence and beautiful soul.

Yes, he is our little Khalid. 👶🏻

That morning, my eye was caught by little Rawida, Named after her grandmother

my husband's niece. She was wearing the beautiful, authentic, and embroidered Palestinian dress, a story of steadfastness.

I approached her, embraced her, and kissed her lovingly, as if I were embracing everything that is beautiful, pure, and chaste in this fake world.

How I love this little girl! She is full of life, gentle as a spring breeze, and her spirit radiates joy despite everything.

Today was a Eid in every sense of the word, not only because it was a day of joy and celebration, but also because it reunited me with the one I love after a long wait.💓

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2. April. 2017 🥺💔👶🏻

Hello the fake world

I'm Shahad 30y from Gaza.

A Mother of a child she waited for 9y for, and the war took him away from me.💔

This is what I would have given my child… warmth, security, and a world worthy of his innocence. I would have told him bedtime stories, sung to him when he cried, and held him in my arms as if I held the entire universe. I would have woven soft dreams for him and built him a future free of fear and hunger.

But war stole him before I saw him, before I heard his first cry, before he felt my love. It snatched him from my womb, from my heart, from my life, mercilessly. They didn't give him a chance to live, and they didn't give me a chance to be a mother.

Now, there's nothing but the emptiness in my womb, the sound of his screams that no one heard, and my hand that reached out to hold him but found nothingness.

This is what I wrote in my Facebook diary eight years ago:

Every word I write is an attempt to save myself from drowning in seas of sadness. Perhaps these letters will ease the pain... even a little.

I couldn't help but write a few words about my father on his 62nd birthday.

To My Father on His Birthday...

My beloved father, happy birthday… Another year passes, and you remain the light that never fades in my heart, despite the distance and forced separation.

How painful it is to see your birthday come while you are far away, exiled there in the West Bank, while our hearts remain tethered to you here in Gaza. For the first time in so many years, you are absent on this day, and I can’t find your open arms waiting for an embrace that I have always considered my right in life.

In two days, Eid al-Fitr will arrive, but it won’t feel like a true celebration because you are not with us. I can't imagine Eid without your voice, without your gaze that brings us comfort amidst all this devastation. The occupation has not only stolen our land and our safety but has even taken from you the right to be among your loved ones on a day like this.

I miss you, Dad… I miss our conversations, your presence that makes everything more bearable. But I promise you that I will celebrate you despite the distance, and I will whisper your name in my prayers, hoping that God will soon reunite us without barriers or separation.

Happy birthday to the strength that carries me through, to the father my heart is proud of before my tongue, and to the man who deserves all the love in the world.

Love you Baba 🫂💓

It's the last Apples on the market, thx to the world 🙃 !!

How long will this misery keep chasing us?

We are exhausted, drained by the days until our souls have become nothing but scattered ashes in the wind.

We have shattered from within, like broken glass that can never be pieced back together.

We try to endure, to find a ray of light in this endless darkness, but every road is blocked, every door is sealed.

How long will we remain trapped in this void?

How long must we carry this burden that has far exceeded our strength?

We are weary, and all that remains in our hearts is the ash of dreams that burned before they could be born. 💔😑

I will never say goodbye..

I let my thoughts run wild this morning. I sat before a boundless space, not a galaxy filled with planets and stars, but a pure blue sky, dotted with a pink sun, a flock of birds flying lightly, and trees unlike any other...

These are the kenya trees, dearest to my heart, captivating my eyes, and the only refuge for my weary soul.

Those trees, with their solid trunks rooted in the earth and their branches touching the edges of the sky, seem to embrace the entire universe, embracing the sun when it rises and whispering to the winds on cold nights. As the birds swayed above them, playing with the branches as if singing to them,

I sat there...

Amazed by the beauty of the moment, I listened to the song "Birds of a Feather." I only write when music flows in my blood, pushing me toward the words like the wind pushes the waves toward the shore.

And today, for the first time since the beginning of the war,

I didn't see the rubble!!

I didn't feel its presence, and I didn't pay attention.

It was as if it had evaporated into thin air, or as if nature, in all its glory, had decided to hide it from my sight.

Yes, spring has arrived, and with it has come everything beautiful.

Something like a dream, soft, gentle, as if it were wiping the wounds of the earth with the lightness of the breeze.

But I wonder...

Have I fallen in love with this land again?

Are these the signs of beautiful beginnings?

I hope so, indeed I hope with all my heart...

That this is the beginning of endings, the end of pain, the end of the ache that has clung to us like a shadow that won't leave.

Despite everything that has happened...

Despite the devastation that has befallen everything...

There remains something inside me that still resists, still blooms like a wildflower between the cracks in the walls.

Whenever I try to convince myself to leave, the earth calls out to me, whispering to me like the sound of the wind, seducing me once again.

So I refuse, clinging to it like the deep roots of Kenya. It is unshaken by storms, nor uprooted by wars.

I now realize that I am faced with only two choices: to leave or to stay...

But my heart had already decided a long time ago.

I am truly in love with it, clinging to it to the core.

It is the certain inevitability of love that has never left me alone since my birth.

So how can I say goodbye?

How can I leave it behind?

How dare they force us to leave?!

Brother... I am not a traveler, and my land is not a bag to be carried on shoulders.

I am here, I am staying...

I will never say goodbye.

It's over.

These are the usual fleeting words, I called them...

I'm happy to be writing. I've become much better than before thanks to it. I'm here to write my blogs and whatever comes to my mind.

May they leave an impact on you and help spread the word about my fundraising campaign to help my little family and rescue them from the horrors of war.

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I even wrote down some thoughts today, I'll post them later after I finish translating them into English. 😌😁🤞🏻🇵🇸

By the grace of God and the kindness of your hearts, what we once thought impossible has become a reality. We have finally gathered the needed amount, and even more, allowing us to secure our essential needs for Ramadan.

Thank you to everyone who stood by us in our hardship, to those who gave us hope when despair was closing in. Without your generosity, we wouldn’t have found the means to sustain ourselves, nor felt that we are not alone in this crisis.

You are the light that brightened our darkness, the gentle hands that held us when we were about to fall. From the depths of our hearts, thank you to everyone who made us feel safe again.

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I'm here, guy's don't worry There was an internet outage, but it's been fixed. I'm here again

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The US-backed terrorist state of Israel killed Palestinian chef and co-founder of the Gaza Soup Kitchen, Mahmoud al-Madhoun.

Mahmoud was able to feed over 3,000 Palestinian civilians a day through the genocide.

Let's keep giving it all we've got for the Gaza Soup Kitchen. Israel has repeatedly targeted and killed those who have given service to the Gaza community.

Donate as much as you can or if you're unable to, share this post so it reaches more people! Any amount, even a dollar, can help the heroes of the Gaza Soup Kitchen to feed the people of Gaza.

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The last explosion happened 23 minutes ago, 100 meters away from me.

I'm here guys I'm still alive !! 🙃

Drop the world 🌍

How can I believe this world when it talks about humanity?

Where is humanity?! 😔💔

UPDATE..

The war is back right now..

The explosions are back 💔

The war is back again...

Explosions tear through Gaza’s night, their sound drowning out the cries of exhausted hearts.

2:27 a.m.—destruction writes its chapters upon our land once more.

Here is Palestine, here is Gaza, here is Al Qarara... where there is no sleep, no safety, and no refuge but prayer.

Deir al-Balah, the heartbeat and tranquility of the soul, in you the scent of palm trees meets the sweetness of the sea, as if you were a love poem written by nature with the ink of the sun and orange water 😌💓🌴

In my Gaza, I don't search for sadness among the rubble, but rather capture the sunlight seeping through the wounds, to tell the story of a city that does not break, but rather blossoms despite everything.💓🍃

I always prefer to photograph the bright side of things.🩵

I've received a couple messages from folks in Gaza with terribly heartbreaking stories. Personally, I do not have the resources to donate any money and if I did I absolutely would. I'd like to bring as much attention as I can to this. Even with my small platform. I believe it's important to advocate for others and I want it to be known that I stand with Palestinians in this horrible time.

If you can donate or even just bring more attention to this as well please do. 🙏♥️

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Thank you so much for your incredible support in spreading the word about our fundraising campaign. Your words and participation during this difficult time have provided new hope amidst the darkness we are experiencing in Gaza. You are not just a supporter; you are part of our journey to alleviate suffering and build a better future. I cannot express how grateful we are to you. Your support is priceless 💟☮️🫂✌🏻