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Children of Gaza and their mothers eat garbage

• بواسطة يحي الداخلى
• 2025 Jul 26
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Children of Gaza and their mothers eat garbage

By Abdullah Ma'ruf, Followed by Adel Shalabi

In a small corner of this planet, where the sun rises as in all countries, spirits are extinguished in a deadly silence. There, in Gaza, time is not measured in hours, but by the number of faces that dwindle, by the number of hearts that stop beating from hunger, by the number of children who rummage through trash to stay alive. And there, among the rubble, between the tents and camps, mothers cry out with a voice that shakes the conscience: "Oh God, feed my children… Oh God, don't let them die in front of me!" Mothers who no longer have milk, no food, not even tears. Women who raise their hands to the sky, repeating the tahlil and the anthem, not out of joy, but out of hope... They recite prayers like ancient incantations, for bread that doesn't come, for children who no longer know the taste of bread. One mother sings and cries: "My child slept without dinner… My child is as thin as a reed… Has the earth died? Have hearts died?" What kind of time is this? What kind of era is this where a mother sings for a morsel of food? What kind of age is this where steadfastness is rewarded with betrayal, and innocence is left to collapse under the weight of hunger?

In Gaza, singing is no longer for joy, but has become a means to resist collapse. There, every anthem is a call for help, every glorification is a knocking on the closed doors of heaven in the face of the hungry. The world watches... and remains silent. Images of children with bodies as thin as skeletons, hugging each other under tattered blankets, pass by, and the voices of mothers begging for mercy pass by like a distant echo that doesn't reach. The nations watch, consciences are silent, and hearts are drowning in a sea of indifference. Where are you? Where are those who claim humanity? Where are those who raise the banner of children's rights? Where are those who protested for animals being killed, and fell silent when childhood died in Gaza from hunger?! When did hunger become a weapon? When did singing become a petition for food? Have you seen a mother sing so her child doesn't cry from hunger? Have you heard a voice more painful than a mother's song as she sees her child's eyes fade away?

These women are not repeating revolutionary anthems, but prayers of hunger... and the lines of the last story. Gaza does not die... but it is being slaughtered in stages. The bodies of children do not need shrouds, but living hearts. Gaza does not need condemnation statements, but action to stop this madness. It does not beg for pity, but for justice. It does not beg for life, but screams in the face of death: We will not be defeated! Despite everything, Gaza will keep its promise, not to surrender the flag, even if children die of hunger, even if mothers repeat anthems instead of lullabies.

In the end... my children eat from the garbage... and their mothers sing for a piece of bread... and the world, with its open eyes, chooses not to see. This is not a story, but a call. These are not words, but daggers in the chest of silence. If you don't move today, tomorrow history will write: "Childhood died in Gaza, and the global conscience was present... but blind."

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