By Mohammed, Straight from Gaza

Getting food is no longer a simple task it has become a daily battle fraught with danger. Here, meals are not prepared in peace like in the rest of the world. Instead, every loaf of bread is snatched from beneath the rubble of war, under the shadows of guns and drones as if hunger itself is now a crime worthy of punishment. For months, scenes of aid trucks have turned into a harsh daily ritual. Thousands of starving people stand in endless lines pushing, running, shouting each one desperate to secure a meal for their children, just to keep them alive for one more day. But these lines are not safe. Many who leave in search of food never return unharmed. How many times has a young man or child been crushed under a truck amid the chaos? How many times have Israeli soldiers opened fire on the waiting crowd, leaving the hungry either dead or wounded? This chaos happens because only a few aid trucks are allowed in, while massive crowds fight desperately for what little is available. Everyone knows: if you don’t get food now, you and your family might spend the entire day hungry. And all of this unfolds in front of the Israeli army the same army that claims to be “the most moral in the world” while it enforces a reality stripped of every shred of morality. But the tragedy doesn’t end there. There are also what they call “American humanitarian aid points,” but let’s call them what they really are: death traps. Yes, death traps. Anyone who goes there is either injured or killed in cold blood. Can you believe it? Someone who just wants a bag of flour or a can of beans to feed their children is shot at like a criminal. What kind of world punishes a human being for being hungry? For simply trying to survive? Then there’s the airdrops another chapter of humiliation. To see food falling from the sky like scraps tossed to animals, to feel like you’re no longer a human being but a creature in a cage being tested for how long it can endure starvation. Worse still, these heavy aid packages, sometimes weighing hundreds of kilograms, often fall on people’s tents destroying them, killing or injuring those inside, instead of saving lives. — When Aid Fails, the Market Devours For those who can’t reach the trucks, there’s only one option left: the market. But that opens the door to another kind of tragedy. Prices have become insane unprecedented in modern history. A kilo of rice, or a bag of bread, might cost an entire week’s wage if it’s available at all. Even those who have money face a greater problem: there’s no cash. Banks are out of service, and Gazans are forced to turn to informal money exchangers, who charge outrageous fees sometimes over 50%. Imagine having $1,000, and only getting $500 of it. Who runs this black market? Corrupt traders, backed and protected by the occupation, operating freely with zero accountability. They’re shielded by the army itself. And anyone who dares to stand up to them? They may be beaten, threatened, or arrested. What agony. What humiliation. — Gaza 2025: Hunger in the Age of Artificial Intelligence This is daily life in Gaza in the year 2025 while artificial intelligence is transforming the world, robots are being built, self-driving cars are becoming reality. And yet here, in this tiny strip of land, Palestinians are trampled under aid trucks just for a loaf of bread. What “morality” are we talking about? What “human values” are left? Have ethics become just trending hashtags while our dreams and our bodies are buried beneath the rubble? — We’re Not Asking for Miracles Just to Live We’re not asking for the impossible. We just want to live: To eat without being killed. To buy without being humiliated. To feed our children without risking our lives. To live with dignity like every other people on earth. … ✉️ If these words moved you, share them. Maybe one story can awaken a world that has forgotten we exist.

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