No Floor No Bread Left in Gaza

There is no more aid. No flour. No bread.

In Gaza, every bakery has shut its doors. The ovens are cold. The hunger is loud. The smell of warm bread is gone—replaced by silence and hunger. Over 2.3 million people are being starved to death. Deliberately—on purpose.

We failed to help the children of Gaza. We failed to protect the children in Gaza. We failed to save them.

You find beheaded babies only in Gaza.

The world watches—and does nothing. Over 50,000 children slaughtered in Gaza.

And that’s just what we know.

The real number is buried under the rubble—along with their names.

There is a unimaginable flour shortage in Gaza, and people are suffering extreme hunger.

Everything is blocked. All the doors are closed on them. The world has turned a blind eye.

But we will not be silenced. We will do everything we can, everything that’s possible—God willing.

During Ramadan, our kitchen gave 3,000 meals a day. Nothing lavish—just enough to survive. The line never ended. Barefoot children. Hollow-eyed mothers. Then the food dwindled. Meat disappeared. Then rice. Then silence.

Today, the door stayed shut. A boy whispered, “No rice today?” A man shook his head. No words. No hope. The children drifted away—clutching empty pots into ruined homes and broken tents. Their mothers waited, not with hope, but with surrender. That night, no dreams. Just bodies shutting down. Starvation leaves no room for imagination.

In the photos, their faces look empty. Not because they feel nothing—because they’ve felt too much. And still, under an open sky, children starve... and no one comes. Hunger is not the only absence. Even God echoes faintly now. They’ll wake again. Wait again. Because what else is there?

#GazaGenocide