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On the ground, we found the aid boxes in the open arranged in a line as Israeli soldiers watched us … They occasionally shot warning shots between our legs, not to scatter us, since we followed their every instruction, but to humiliate us.

Finding food is a daily battle. Since their mother’s death, meals have dwindled from three a day to barely one. Now it’s a meal every other day. At the time of writing, the family had only 2 kilos of flour left.

I'm writing these words on an empty stomach. I haven’t eaten anything for three days. Nothing comes into my mouth except bitter water. No flour, no rice, nothing.

I'm writing these words on an empty stomach. I haven’t eaten anything for three days. Nothing comes into my mouth except bitter water. No flour, no rice, nothing.