There is nothing more painful, nor more dangerous, than the daily death of the children of Gaza, except the hunger that lurks around them, devouring their thin bodies, and deepening the feelings of pain, regret, oppression, and helplessness of their fathers and mothers, as they try in vain to silence their hunger with sleep or with a piece of dry, flat bread that neither fattens nor satisfies hunger.
Children’s hunger shakes the soul, shakes the conscience, and carves into the hearts of those who are not reassured by the reversal of circumstances and the change of conditions a pang in the heart, and a sadness that destroys the strength from its extreme cruelty, heaviness, and severe pain.

How can one sleep while his crying baby is begging for a dry breast, or his child is crying for a meal before he falls asleep on the couch?

In the report that tops the front page, our correspondent in the sector monitored stories and repressed pains in hearts weighed down by worries and sorrows, from the starvation of children who sleep hungry in tents, waiting for morning to appear so they can stand in long lines to get a meal that will keep them alive.. A life that no longer has any meaning amid the rubble, epidemics, diseases, and torn tents, and under the buzzing of the buzzers that rush the children before they get their share of food, or shortly after.

It is the terrible death by starvation that Smotrich threatened Gaza with, considering that it is just that its residents die of hunger if they escape death by shells and the fangs of planes.

The children of Gaza, after human consciences abandoned them, have no one left but God to feed them from hunger and secure them from fear.