Hunger in Gaza… When Bread Becomes a Dream

Hunger in Gaza… When Bread Becomes a Dream

In Gaza today, poverty is not measured in numbers, but in the number of days a child has gone without bread.
The siege isn’t measured in words, but in the sound of a mother holding back tears as she divides a single potato among five mouths.
Hunger in Gaza is no longer an emergency—it has become a way of life imposed by force.

Food by the drop, aid by the scrap

Since the start of the genocide, aid has been blocked for months. Even flour has become a rare currency.
Relief organizations are operating at full capacity—but no effort is enough for a million displaced souls.
Food parcels last only a day or two,
and people must wait months just to receive another bag of milk or lentils.

Families who once lived with dignity… now die in silence

Many families were never poor. They were merchants, employees, landowners, or business owners.
Today, they live in tents,
eating what neighbors or charities can spare… or eating nothing at all.

Dignity in Gaza is greater than famine.
And for that… some die of hunger without ever reaching out for help.

Children fall asleep with empty stomachs

Adam, a four-year-old boy,
clutches his stomach at night and says to his mother, “I can’t sleep… my hunger keeps waking me.”

Nada, a mother of five,
hasn’t lit a fire for over a week.
She fools her children with water and says,
“The fire’s busy at the neighbors. Just be patient… tomorrow we’ll cook.”

The sound of hunger is louder than the bombs

Some may have died from missiles,
but thousands died slowly…
from a pain that makes no sound,
and that cameras never show.

Hunger in Gaza today is not merely a lack of food—
It is a collective punishment,
a weapon pressing on people’s dignity before their stomachs.