I'm a Teenager In Gaza. And I Am Starving.
Briefly

Residents in Gaza, especially Lujayn, experience severe hunger, displacement, and illness. Essential supplies are scarce and prohibitively expensive, with families struggling to secure basic food like flour and sugar. People survive in a state of exhaustion and deteriorating health. Children request bread instead of money. Desperation has led to the sale of personal belongings to obtain food. The so-called humanitarian efforts are criticized as inadequate and dangerous, as people risk their lives in chaotic distributions of aid.
We have endured unbearable months. Forget what came before; this is the crushing reality of now. Bombing, displacement, and disease gnawing at us with no medicine to fight back. Hunger tearing into every single body.
On the street? What hits you first is the exhaustion carved into every face. The sickly pallor. The terrifying weight loss ravaging everyone, yes, including me.
Children sit by the roadside. They aren't begging for money. They're begging for a loaf of bread.
You want to know how you get a food box or flour from them? Simple, people run. A desperate, monstrous marathon. The finish line? Maybe a bullet in the head or the body.
Read at The Nation
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