Near our clinic, there is a small kitchen that prepares free meals every day. They distribute the food just half an hour before iftar. Yesterday, for the first time, I stayed at the clinic until sunset and witnessed the moment of distribution. What I saw made my blood run cold. I saw barefoot children, starving, scavenging grains of rice from the ground—picking them out of the dirt, dividing them among themselves, and eating them, sand and all. I saw young girls in the prime of their youth pushing through the crowd, tears in their eyes, begging for just one meal. I saw grown men standing in line, their eyes fixed on the ground, ashamed of their height, their strength, ashamed that they now had to queue for the bare minimum to survive. There was no dignity in that moment. No pride. War has turned our people into beggars, humiliated, broken. Because as the saying goes: there is no dignity for the hungry, and no honor for the afraid. I took some pictures. Look at them carefully and remember, these people were once teachers, engineers, workers, and professionals before war stripped them of everything and left them like this. My heart aches beyond words. #GazaCeasefire
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