Gaza needs 500+ aid trucks daily to meet basic needs.
After months of blockade, induced starvation, allowing only 90 trucks, just once, is not relief; it’s prolonging the genocide.
This isn’t aid; it’s a continuation of collective punishment.
I count the moments not with hope, but with the quiet dread of someone walking toward an unseen edge. The countdown has begun, and no one knows how the story ends.
As reports circulate about a potential ceasefire agreement, Israeli tanks are besieging the Indonesian Hospital in Gaza. Drones continue to circle overhead, while F-16 fighter jets hover in the skies, contributing to a climate of intense fear and uncertainty.
I swear to God, this what exactly happened:
I woke up today morning and found a missed call on my phone coming from a widow with a number of orphan children living next door.
I called her back and asked her what she wanted.
She said: “I need some flour. Me and my children have been sleeping without food for 10 days.”
I replied: “Unfortunately, me and my children have nothing to eat for more than 10 days.”