A young man was injured while trying to get a bag of flour. He said Despite my injury, the pain doesn't matter... I'm okay. What matters most is that I got the bag of flour.

Moments ago, a woman stood outside the morgue, trying to sell her phone so she could afford a grave for her husband.

Anyone telling you to stop sending material aid to Gazans is participating in this Genocide.

Good morning, I want to say that the donation campaign is a lifeline for me and my family, especially during this difficult time we are going through. Unfortunately, Jennifer’s PayPal account was shut down after the platform claimed there was “fraud,” even though there was

They want me to die of hunger. They are cornering us with starvation from every direction.

Please don’t leave me alone — I have no one but you.😭

How many children have to starve to death before you acknowledge there is a severe famine in Gaza?

Please, we beg you. Stop helping us this way. Planes drop aid over our heads while killing people inside their tents. Trucks bring only small amounts of aid, and we are forced to fight each other just to survive. This is not help. This is humiliation.

I don't trust the occupation, and I'm afraid this humanitarian truce might be a trap. This calm doesn't comfort me because we've seen before that what comes after is often worse.

Everyone here in Gaza, including myself, doesn't really know how to feel. Should we be happy about the truce and the entry of humanitarian aid into Gaza? Or should we be worried about something that happened so suddenly? Our emotions are mixed, and doubt lingers in our hearts,

With deep sorrow and grief, we mourn our beloved uncle Hamed Al-Masri (Abu Mahmoud), the father of my friend Ibrahim Eng Ibraheem almassri from gaza🍉🇵🇸, who was martyred, joining his son, the martyr Hamada. May Allah have mercy on them both, accept them in the highest ranks of Paradise, and reunite

Good morning from Gaza. Gaza is no longer the same. I came from the south, from steadfast Khan Younis. I came to the heart of the wounded city, Gaza. My uncle was martyred. I left behind destruction in the south. I found sorrow waiting for me in the north. The houses are no

The impact of starvation used against us for the past five months as a weapon of war: 1. Cognitive Function and Focus: We suffer from severe lack of concentration, slow comprehension, and mental confusion — even among children. 2. General Health: The immune system has nearly

I went with my friend and my cousin Ibrahim to arrange the grave of his father, my uncle Hamed Abu Mahmoud. We stood there in silence, arranging the soil and placing the stones, as if we were also arranging our thoughts and facing our own truth. All I could think in that moment

Since yesterday, I have not been able to eat properly, and the hunger is growing stronger with each passing hour. I returned from northern Gaza to my hungry family in Khan Younis in the south of the Strip. None of the aid we heard had entered Gaza reached us. It was completely

The person who came up with the idea of dropping a parachute filled with a handful of aid must be a psychopath. Imagine locking twenty people in a room, starving them for seven days, and then throwing in just two meals for them to fight over. What kind of pleasure could one

I think about it a lot. Is this really just a war between Hamas and Israel? The truth is that the occupation is far more powerful than many people imagine. If they truly wanted to erase Hamas from existence, they could have done it a long time ago. But they don’t want to end

This is the so-called "aid" plane that everyone talks about. It dropped the aid next to the school where my family and I live. But do you really think that small amount is enough to satisfy the hunger of the people? You have no idea what happens when it hits the ground. People

Do you know that my weight has dropped below 48 kilograms? I can no longer move… hunger is devouring my body and the bodies of my family. What they are doing to us isn’t just neglect — it’s real torment. They throw aid to us from planes as if we’re refugees abandoned in the