TWeelvel-Anyos Ahmad Zeidan’s Mom shot and killed In front of him while he tried to secure food for his hungry family with one of the new US-US distribution points. She lay beside her body for hours, afraid to stand and run because any movement can cause her death.
The death of his mother was a lot of past days in the hands of Israel’s forces on the road or in facilities powered by Gaza Humanitarian Foundation (GHF). On Sunday 1 June, More than 30 turned off. On Monday 2 June, three were killed. Tuesday 3 June, 27 killed. Sunday 8 June, four were killed. Tuesday 10 June, 17 killed. On Wednesday 11 June,, 60 people reportedly killed.
on GazaHunger is used as a weapon of war since the origin of genocide to weaken and control us. If US humanitarian help begins to prepare distribution points to give food supplies to Gaza, they offer a glimmer hope that hunger is finally relieved. Now hopeless. These help points become death traps. Dugnong reminds me of the red light, green light episode to play squid, unless one of the gaza wins.
In Netzarim Distribution Point, people who are weak in hunger walked up to 15km in hot sand but, when it came, stopped by barriers. Then they were taken to an area surrounded by fences, where the boxes of primary supplies were scattered on the ground, prompted scunttic scramblers. People fight with them.
Others just took the things they considered to be as important as flour, which turned out of reach, and left the rest. There are no obvious systems to put weak people like widows like widows, the wounded or old. The scene resembles the meat throw in a cage of hungry lions and watches them fight to survive. Of course, the most powerful victory.
After 10 or 15 minutes, the tanks began to approach fences and opened people to the crowd shooting all, young and old. People start running, desperate to escape. Some carry the little one they caught the seizure, others fled with no hands. They saw people falling around them, but couldn’t stop helping. The stop means to die.
Some make it alive from their visits to help scores. I hear my neighbor back from a trip that lasted more than four hours. He called his children: “Baba, mouth, I brought you bread! Mouth, I brought you sugar!” I looked at the window and saw her children screaming happy and hugged her. He drops into sweat, just wearing a vest. His clothes were tied to his back, filled with a little help with helping he gathered.
People are desperate. People are hungry. We’re not bad people. We are not violent or wild. We are people who appreciate our dignity more than anything. But the hunger we face cannot be described. Food is a right, not a privilege to fight. Yet we live by hunger. No food. If we go to markets, no one is available. The armed men are full of men who choose the weak to take any help they make to access. Then the merchants take it and sell them at prices at the most powerful price.
In contrast, Unrwa Aid System offers a different model, one structured, human and community-based community. My father, who is a teacher of Urrya schools, used to distribute food stamps and people’s goods. The help is given through familiar, trustworthy members of the community – teachers, neighbors – under local security protection. Most importantly, people are treated with dignity.
The system is divided into monthly phases, starting with large families and then leading to small, each family has a registration number. Each family in Gaza is used to accept their fair share by this system – flour, gas, sugar, sugar and other requirements through coupons in order.
Although there are no many types of food available, at least we do not hung. We have enough food, to fill our stomachs. Now, we’re hungry. It is called the humanitarian aid. But it is anything but humanitarian. This is humility, no more.
