This isn’t a donation post. I just need people to read this.
I keep saying “It’s dire” and it keeps getting even worse. I don’t even know what I’m asking people to do, just that I don’t want this to happen in silence. I want everyone to know this.
I received these messages from my friend Anas, and soon all my other friends in Gaza started crying from the same ache: there is no food in Gaza.
The gist of the messages, shared with permission, until I translate more thoroughly:
Used to be that the problem was that aid was being sold (instead of just given, as it should be) for ridiculous prices. Now there isn’t even food to sell!
Most people in Gaza have now gone at least a day without eating. Many of my friends have gone multiple days.
We are now on a timer before hundreds drop dead unless food is allowed into Gaza. This is not hyperbole. This is a countdown to death unless something changes very, very soon.
If you noticed, most of the updates coming from Gaza the past few days and especially today have been about the famine.
People in Gaza aren’t reporting the massacres because they are starving.
Literally everyone I follow from Gaza has been pleading for food today, mostly flour.
It’s truly unbearable to witness this manufactured starvation plan, imposed by Israel and its allies against besieged Gaza, especially when you know that there is enough food to feed all of Gaza for the next 3 months, stockpiled at a warehouse awaiting entry but being blocked by Israel, according to UNRWA.
I feel immense pain and shame, and I know many of you do as well. Speaking about this is no longer viable, we need to scream.
I also want to say that every donation campaign you see right now is meant to provide food for the families behind them. Remember, there’s practically no food left, so food prices are massively inflated.
My dear friend Amal is trying to fundraise to be able to afford flour for her family. Flour now costs at least $26 a kilo, which is barely enough to feed the family for a day.
A few dollars might seem unhelpful considering the magnitude of this tragedy, but remember this is a collective effort and we’re all pitching in so that Gaza lives despite Israel’s annihilation plan.
ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself
So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow
I was dancing, dancing through the crowded room and absolutely unable to stop smiling. Women who dance with their eyes closed, smiling, are as near to heaven as you can get on earth, and there I was, in heaven, only in Bakersfield.
