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Article by Soumaya Ghannoushi republished from MiddleEastEye.net
A woman kneels in the dust.
She is thin, trembling – not old, but famine has aged her. Her bones protrude through a threadbare dress. Her face is ash. Her fingers claw at the ground.
Around her, others bend too – not in prayer, but in desperation, scraping at the dirt for flour. Not even full grains. Just remnants. Scraps. Whatever the wind and boots and bombs have not yet claimed.
Then she breaks.
She sinks fully to the earth, as if the weight of hunger is too heavy to carry. And she cries, not softly, but with a violence that cuts through the silence of the ruined street: “My kids will eat flour scraped from the floor.”
She weeps into the gravel.
This is not just starvation. It is the calculated breaking of a people, pushing them beyond the limits of human endurance.
This is what Gaza’s “aid” looks like.
Not distribution, but oppression. Not relief, but ritual debasement.
Rations of suffering
The flour had been withheld for weeks – stockpiled, blocked, used as bait. Exhausted families walked for miles, past corpses and craters, to reach the drop sites – only to find cages, soldiers and drones. When they ran towards the food, they were shot…
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