Today, as you sit in a small transport wagon – a makeshift means of transportation born out of war – you look into the weary faces around you, faces worn down by hunger and hardship. Their eyes are hollow, their bodies frail, as they wait desperately for a piece of bread or a sip of water.

Your attention is drawn to a young man, thin and exhausted, his body nearly collapsing from hunger. He tells you he walked for hours to reach an aid point, and after an excruciating journey, he finally managed to get a small bag of flour – a lifeline for his children and family. That flour in his hands feels like treasure, yet his joy is short-lived.

Beside him sits a woman, her eyes carrying the weight of endless days. She whispers that she hasn’t tasted bread in days before breaking down in tears, murmuring, “This is our life in Gaza…”. Her words pierce your heart like a blade, yet they are not unfamiliar here.

Then comes the moment you’ll never forget: the young man reaches into his small bag of flour and shares it with the woman who hasn’t eaten in days. He does this knowing he may not have bread for tomorrow – and yet he doesn’t hesitate.

In Gaza, hunger is no longer just a feeling. It’s a grim reality. Bakeries have closed, markets are empty, and what little remains is sold at prices that defy reason. A kilo of flour now costs more than gold, and a can of baby formula feels like an unattainable dream. Mothers give their children water as a meal; fathers stand helpless against the cries of hunger.

Aid rarely makes it through, and when it does, it’s never enough. Life here is measured by the weight of a bag of flour or a handful of lentils. A loaf of bread has become a daily battle fought amid rubble and fear.

And yet, amid this darkness, humanity still shines. It lives in the small, heroic acts: a young man sharing his last bit of food, a mother breaking her bread for her neighbor’s children, a family giving away what little they have with no promise of tomorrow. On this land soaked in blood and tears, dignity and generosity refuse to die.

There, amid destruction, hunger, and death, the greatest stories of humanity unfold. Gaza remains an eternal lesson in resilience, dignity, and compassion – even in the face of famine, siege, and relentless attempts to break its spirit.

Alaa Alburai, Kufi Productions