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Gehad Qasem is a lawyer from Gaza, a witness to the genocide, I write from my dark tent what I suffer daily

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“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”**

“It wasn’t my decision… it wasn’t a choice, but a forced one—imposed by hunger and the cries of my children that tore my heart apart. ‘Daddy, we’re hungry’… Their words were like knives piercing my chest, and I had no flour, no morsel to ease their hunger. I didn’t want to go, but what could I do? Their tears compelled me. Their pain pushed me to risk my life… I went to the aid distribution point—the one we all know is not a food line, but a death trap. I knew I might not come back, just like so many before me never did… I left, trembling with fear, whispering prayers: ‘Oh God, I just want to return to them—with something to silence their hunger.’ I arrived. The crowd was overwhelming… everyone was starving, everyone desperate, everyone gambling with their life for a sack of flour. Amid bullets, blood, and screams, I pushed forward… I saw people fall around me, each one carrying a small dream—just a bite of food for their children… I reached a sack of flour, being fought over by more than ten men. It tore apart from all the pulling. I only managed to grab less than half—but it was enough for my children for a few days. I walked more than 10 kilometers with it… my wound bleeding… my chest aching from the chaos… But I held onto it like it was life itself. Finally… I arrived. I saw my children… they ran to me… hugged me as if I’d come back from the dead. I didn’t bring them a toy, or candy—just half a sack of flour, covered in blood and exhaustion… but to them, it was a treasure, and their smiles meant everything to me. We never wanted to be here… we didn’t choose this path… but hunger forced us into it. The only thing standing between us and ruin is your support—your donations—your humanity. Please, don’t leave us alone. Save what’s left of our souls—for the sake of small hearts that understand nothing of this world except that they are hungry, and they want their father alive.”**

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Childhood in Gaza is stolen every single day, yet despite deprivation and suffering, the innocence and humanity of our children remain alive. The world has abandoned us to face a machine of war that burned everything, destroyed our homes, took countless innocent lives, and left wounds in our hearts that will never heal. The pain of betrayal crushes us with every breath. My son Hani watches his little brother Tim suffer from high fever and severe nausea caused by a dangerous virus spreading with no medicine and no proper care, while life-saving drugs are deliberately kept from entering Gaza. All my child could do was try to protect his brother with makeshift masks and desperate alternatives that can never replace treatment. I write with my heart before my pen, pleading with every compassionate soul in this world: please save my son Tim, help me afford his costly treatment, for my entire life depends on keeping him alive. Please help me through the link below by donating, even a little. Your little means life for my child Tim, and it makes the difference between losing him or keeping him alive. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]

Childhood in Gaza is stolen every single day, yet despite deprivation and suffering, the innocence and humanity of our children remain alive. The world has abandoned us to face a machine of war that burned everything, destroyed our homes, took countless innocent lives, and left wounds in our hearts that will never heal. The pain of betrayal crushes us with every breath. My son Hani watches his little brother Tim suffer from high fever and severe nausea caused by a dangerous virus spreading with no medicine and no proper care, while life-saving drugs are deliberately kept from entering Gaza. All my child could do was try to protect his brother with makeshift masks and desperate alternatives that can never replace treatment. I write with my heart before my pen, pleading with every compassionate soul in this world: please save my son Tim, help me afford his costly treatment, for my entire life depends on keeping him alive. Please help me through the link below by donating, even a little. Your little means life for my child Tim, and it makes the difference between losing him or keeping him alive. 💔🙏 🔗 [ ]

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Please don’t ignore this message… My children are hungry, and hunger is slowly killing us 💔 Every donation or share saves a life. Leave a 🍉 or a dot to say: “I see you.” Thank you from the heart… Your support is our only hope 🙏

Please don’t ignore this message… My children are hungry, and hunger is slowly killing us 💔 Every donation or share saves a life. Leave a 🍉 or a dot to say: “I see you.” Thank you from the heart… Your support is our only hope 🙏

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