Every day in Gaza feels like a chase between life and death.
We risk our lives just to find a bag of flour. We walk for hours under the drones, under the bombs, hoping to find something to eat.
We stand in endless lines with empty hands and emptier stomachs
Sometimes we come back with nothing. Sometimes we don’t come back at all.
Hunger here is not just pain it’s fear, exhaustion, and slow destruction.
Survival has become our only goal. Not dreams, not safety just bread. Just water.
Please if you’re reading this, don’t look away. Help us survive.
My name is Sakher, a young man from Gaza. Since the beginning of th… Jennifer M needs your support for No Food, No Medicine, No Safety - He











