Life has become extremely difficult, and famine is knocking at the door once again. Please, share and help — a little from you could save a life.

Sometimes I feel like all our words to you are in vain, as if it doesn't matter to you whether we live or die. Only a small group supports and follows, while the rest seem to just watch as if it's a movie, waiting silently for the ending. Even if you can't donate, share the.

This paper was found by one of the doctors at Al-Awda Hospital in the pocket of one of those who were martyred today. This paper is the only witness that we love life, and that amid all this destruction, we were still capable of loving and being loved. Haboush and her beloved

True oppression.is to be hungry,.yet the world forces you to prove it. 💔💔.

To feel full, we browse pictures and videos of food on the internet.

"I'm tired.".Not just from hunger, not just from heartbreak, and not just from the sound of drones that never stop. I'm tired of waking up every day to news of another loss, to a mother's scream, to another home destroyed, to new displacement, and to a dream buried under the.

I suffer from a silent collapse of my nerves, and a slow erosion of my soul — from the confusion of a burdened memory, and the scattering of a vision worn out by what it has seen. I struggle with a lingering sorrow syndrome, and an inner voice that screams for no reason. I sleep.

When the aid arrived and I saw with my own eyes how people were dying for nothing—young men, women, children, and the elderly—I was overwhelmed with sorrow and broke down in tears. This is not our life. This is not our worth. We were never like this, and we will never be like

Since yesterday, I’ve been in a state of shock—stunned by what I witnessed. I only went to the American aid distribution point out of sheer necessity; there was nothing left in my tent but water. I went determined not to return until I had secured flour for my children. But I’m

We have lived through difficult times, and here I am now in the midst of an unprecedented famine. God is my witness—I am experiencing complete burnout and a loss of energy so severe that I can’t even lift a bottle of water. I write a post and revise it several times because I.

Whenever I pass by the tents along the road, I hear the cries of children weeping from hunger. A mother tells her child in a trembling voice, "You’ve already had your share of bread today—there’s nothing more for you.".But the child continues to cry, hunger twisting in his.

Ceasefire talks are currently underway. Pray to God that they succeed and that the weapons of war may finally be laid down. Pray for us, and ask God to grant us peace and safety.

"My beloved and everyone's friend, Dr. Omar… A heartfelt congratulations on your engagement, my dear. I pray that God blesses your marriage and grants you a lifetime of happiness. Despite the difficult circumstances of war we are going through, we insisted on celebrating your

My children are suffering from malnutrition due to the suffocating blockade imposed on us in Gaza. Because of the severe shortage of proper food and clean, safe water, their weight has been gradually decreasing. They are now in urgent need of a healthy, balanced diet, clean.

I won’t hide it from you… today, nothing entered my stomach except a few crumbs of bread and some water. May God help those who haven’t eaten anything at all. The feeling of hunger carries a lot of pain and oppression.

Sometimes I feel like all our words to you are in vain, as if it doesn't matter to you whether we live or die. Only a small group supports and follows, while the rest seem to just watch as if it's a movie, waiting silently for the ending. Even if you can't donate, share the.

Our elders used to say, "No one dies of hunger,".But here in Gaza, we have truly died of hunger. The pain is unbearable, the injustice overwhelming, as we witness what has become of our lives. O Lord, let those who starved us taste the hunger we've endured. Grant us victory.

Imagine a world where there are no rehydration solutions in hospitals. My friend suddenly fainted, and we rushed him to the hospital. After the examination, the doctor said, “The boy is suffering from severe malnutrition.”. We asked him to administer a rehydration solution. He.

Beyond hunger and killing!.The occupation is ordering hundreds of thousands of people in Gaza to evacuate to Al-Mawasi — the very place it bombs day and night!. Can you imagine the feeling of a father who fell asleep last night in grief, or a mother who spent the night trying to.

The sound of children’s cries on a night of hunger breaks hearts. We wish for death by missiles, harsher than death by hunger — for ourselves and our children, we suffer in bitter silence.

There is no bread in the city!.Not a grain of flour in the markets,.Even rice is nowhere to be found. We quite literally have nothing to eat!.