Famine, famine!

It is the most dangerous and brutal stage; the Gazans cross its dark tunnel without any glimmer of hope looming near the end of the Via Dolorosa and the Path of Calvary in the rolling war of extermination. It is as if it is the rock of Sisyphus, whenever the exhausted arms lift it, it soon rolls back to close the door of hope, and the space of hope that is stifled by explosive barrels, and the roaring tanks on the doors of homes, and the displacement tents in the shelters that have become shooting ranges.

Lines of hungry people are spreading throughout the besieged sector with columns of fire and destruction, while the killers do not stop trying all the tools of destruction to achieve their terrifying goals. Whoever does not die of murder dies of hunger and thirst, which is the most severe type of death, because the bodies melt like candles.

The sight of tender bodies slowly withering away before the eyes of parents is depressing. There is nothing worse or harsher than feeling unable to provide a piece of bread or a bottle of milk for your child, while he starves in your arms!

It is famine striking hard, gnawing at empty stomachs, and causing fear and terror for children crammed into the incinerator, as the individual share in the Strip has shrunk to less than a loaf of bread per day, while the continuation of the siege and the cutting off of food supplies threaten what remains of life’s treasuries.

Save the children of Gaza from famine and genocide crimes..!