Hungry, then shoot. We Palestinians no longer want it | Esraa Abo Qamar

tWelf’s young Ahmad Zeidan Mother was shot She was in front of him as she tried to get food for her hungry family in one of Gaza’s new US-backed distribution sites. He lay next to her for hours, afraid to stand up and run, because any exercise could lead to his death.

His mother’s death over the past few days was one of many people who were on the way to the Gaza Humanitarian Foundation (GHF) or at the hands of Israeli forces. Sunday, June 1 More than 30 Killed. Monday, June 2 Three people were killed. Tuesday, June 3 27 people were killed. Sunday, June 8 Four people were killed. Tuesday, June 10 17 people were killed. Wednesday, June 11,,,,, 60 people It was reportedly killed.

exist GazaSince the beginning of the genocide, hunger has been used as a weapon of war to weaken and control us. When U.S. humanitarian aid began preparing distribution points to provide food for people in Gaza, they were hopeful that this hunger would eventually be alleviated. There is no hope now. These aid points have become death traps.

At the distribution point of Netzarim, the hungry people were weak and walked 15 kilometers on the hot sand, but upon arrival, they were parked on obstacles and forced to cross them one by one. They are then taken to an area surrounded by a fence where the basic supply boxes are scattered on the ground, sparking a frenzy of scrambling. People fought desperately to reach them.

Some people only adopt items they consider valuable, such as flour, which become unbearable and the rest fall behind. There is no clear system to prioritize vulnerable groups such as widows, injured or older people. The scene is like throwing meat into a cage of hungry lions and watching them fight for survival. Of course, there are only the strongest wins.

After only 10 or 15 minutes, the tanks began to approach the fence and shot everyone, regardless of age. People started running, desperate to escape. Some people hold the little things they managed to catch, others escape with empty hands. They saw people falling around but couldn’t stop helping. Stop means death.

Some people live from their visits. I heard my neighbors return from a trip that lasted over four hours. He called his child: “Dad, dad, I brought you bread! Dad, I’ll give you candy!” I looked through the window and saw his child screaming and hugging him happily. He sweats and wears only a vest. His shirt was tied to his back, filled with a small amount of aid he managed to collect.

People are desperate. People are hungry. We are not bad people. We are not violent or wild. We are people who are more important to our dignity than anything else. But the hunger we face is indescribable. Food is right, not the privilege to fight for. The famine we experience is indescribable. Nothing was eaten. When we went to the market, nothing was available. The road was full of armed men, who targeted the weak to obtain any assistance they managed to get. The merchant then sold it to it and sold it for a huge price.

In comparison Near outdoor assistance system A different model is provided that is structured, humane and community-based. My father was a teacher at an outdoor school and worked with them to distribute food stamps and supplies to people. Aid is distributed by familiar, trusted community members (teachers, neighbors) under local security protection. Most importantly, people are treated with dignity.

The system is divided into monthly rounds, starting with large families and then moving down to smaller families, each with a registration number. Every household in Gaza gains a considerable share of this system (flour, sugar, sugar, oil and other essentials), and all households are distributed through coupons in an orderly and dignified manner.

Even with many types of food, at least we did not starve to death. We have enough food to fill our stomachs. Today, we are hungry. This is what is called humanitarian assistance. But this is just humanitarian. This is humiliation, that’s all.