Imagine being in this overwhelming scene... and then telling me you wouldn’t go.
But what if you were a father of four children, living in the city of death—Gaza—under war, siege, and famine?
What if your children only wanted a piece of bread?
The choice becomes unimaginably harder.
These people, before the war, used to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and to the bakery to buy bread.
Their lives were just like yours, until this nightmare began.
They have taken revenge on us.
They have deprived us even of food, of escape, of leaving Gaza.
Our children are dying—if not from the bombs, then from hunger or disease.
Imagine if a barn of animals were treated on camera the way we are being treated. The world would rise up in outrage—animal rights groups would take action everywhere.
So what about us? We are human beings, just like you.
We are slaughtered and killed every single day.
One hundred to two hundred people die daily—and on massacre days, it can reach 500 to 1,000 in a single day.
Children, women, the elderly.
Have you ever stopped to rub your eyes and ask yourself:
Why are these people still being exterminated?
Why is the whole world against them?
Why is Israel being supplied daily with the missiles and bombs that rain down on them?
Isn’t what these people are living through enough to break your heart?
We are exhausted. We are broken. We now crave even the most basic foods.
We no longer fear death—but until our turn comes to die under the bombs, we just want to eat.
Donate so we can stay alive, please.💔
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