{"id":51062,"date":"2025-07-24T04:09:19","date_gmt":"2025-07-24T08:09:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newssprinters.com\/index.php\/world\/voices-of-gaza-speak-of-starvation-and-survival\/24\/07\/2025\/"},"modified":"2025-07-24T04:09:19","modified_gmt":"2025-07-24T08:09:19","slug":"voices-of-gaza-speak-of-starvation-and-survival","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newssprinters.com\/index.php\/world\/voices-of-gaza-speak-of-starvation-and-survival\/24\/07\/2025\/","title":{"rendered":"Voices of Gaza speak of starvation and survival"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is not a warning.<\/p>\n
Famine has already arrived<\/span> in Gaza. It is not a metaphor, nor is it a prediction. It is daily.<\/p>\n
It is the child who wakes up asking for biscuits that no longer exist. The student who studies for exams while faint from hunger.<\/p>\n
It is the mother who cannot explain to her son why there is no bread.<\/p>\n
And it is the silence of the world that makes this horror possible.<\/p>\n
Children of the famine<\/h2>\n
Noor, my eldest sister Tasneem\u2019s daughter, is three; she was born on May 11, 2021. My sister\u2019s son, Ezz Aldin, was born on December 25, 2023 \u2013 in the early months of the war.<\/p>\n
One morning, Tasneem walked into our space carrying them in her arms. I looked at her and asked the question that wouldn\u2019t leave my mind: \u201cTasneem, do Noor and Ezz Aldin understand hunger? Do they know we\u2019re in a famine<\/span>?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said immediately. \u201cEven Ezz, who\u2019s only known war and ruins, understands. He\u2019s never seen real food in his life. He doesn\u2019t know what \u2018options\u2019 are. The only thing he ever asks for is bread.\u201d<\/p>\n
She imitated his baby voice: \u201cObz! Obza! Obza!\u201d \u2013 his way of saying \u201ckhobza\u201d (a piece of bread).<\/p>\n
She had to tell him, \u201cThere\u2019s no flour, darling. Your dad went out to look for some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ezz Aldin doesn\u2019t know about ceasefires, borders, or politics. He doesn\u2019t care about military operations or diplomatic statements.<\/p>\n
He just wants one small piece of bread. And the world gives him nothing.<\/p>\n
Noor has learned to count and recite the alphabet from her mother. Before the war, she loved chocolate, biscuits. She was the first grandchild in our family, showered with toys, snacks, and little dresses.<\/p>\n
Now, every morning, she wakes up and turns to her mother with wide, excited eyes. \u201cGo buy me 15 chocolates and biscuits,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
She says 15 because it\u2019s the biggest number she knows. It sounds like enough; enough to fill her stomach, enough to bring back the world she knew. But there\u2019s nothing to buy. There\u2019s nothing left.<\/p>\n
Where is your humanity? Look at her. Then tell me what justice looks like.<\/p>\n\n