I’m a Teenager In Gaza. And I Am Starving.

We have endured unbearable months. Forget what preceded; This is the overwhelming reality of now. Bombing, displacement and disease gnawing at us without medication to retaliate. Hunger tearing in each body.

My mother and I went out in search of basic supplies. We found little. What little was there? Price beyond madness. $ 100 for a kilo of flour. Over $ 140 for a kilo of sugar. You would need Ali Baba’s magic cave just to allow you these things!

A week ago, my father obtained five kilos of flour. My mother divided it, part for us, the rest for the neighbors. Because no one has enough to eat.

In the street? What strikes you first is the exhaustion carved in each face. Sickly pallor. The terrifying weight loss devastating everyone, yes, including me.

The children are seated by the road. They don’t beg money. They implore a miche of bread.

And the occupation? They have the cheek to boast of opening their so-called “Gaza Humanitarian Foundation”? Don’t be fooled. It is nothing other than a death trap. A new way to humiliate us and exterminate us.

Do you want to know how you get a box or flour? Simple, people run. A desperate and monstrous marathon. The finish line? Maybe a ball in the head or body. Or maybe you are just crushed to death, stifled in the jostling of thousands trying to get one of the few boxes they offer. Or maybe you’ll die of hunger on the way back, brought home in the very empty flour bag that you hoped to fill for your hungry children, brought home.

Pass, I saw people sell their clothes. Their phones. But the worst? Man selling his hearing aids. He didn’t care if he would never have heard it again. Nourishing children waiting at home, that’s all that had.

We found nothing. Nothing, not even the medicine my mother needed when we went to what was left of the hospital. Inside? Just rows of people. Doctors trying to pump them full of IV liquids, of fighting collapse and dizzy, from famine.

If you watch the news or scroll through social media? What you see is a drop in an ocean of suffering that is going on now, here on the field.

What does that mean for a human being to die of hunger? This is a question that I have seen several times.

Millions Watch. The whole conversation concerns hope, negotiations. We see this hope now like the mythical Phoenix, a magic bird that will save us from the jaws of the beast. We know that these are all lies, both a lie as the Phoenix itself.

The death of a Palestinian soul by bomb or by famine has just become a routine background in a century that preaches humanity and human rights ??

We hear voices. So many voices from the whole world sing for us, singing for us. God, how this sound raises our hearts! And that will change the hell we are experiencing, but it will take a long time, from the time we don’t have.

If the parties wanted a solution? The solution is known very clearly: ceasefire, release all hostages, open passages, the flow of aid trucks, lasting peace, a free state, defined borders, sovereignty, a unified government. So why this endless flow of empty words? This back and forth? This pathetic game of “Who Court is the ball?”

World leaders do not. Do not dare the conference to my people on human rights while they die every day, bombed or hungry.

World leaders do not. Do not dare to preach “child protection” to our children while they are bombed and hungry in front of the whole world.

My friends from all over the world, I love you all, please forgive my anger and my sadness, but I swear there is no pain larger than looking at a baby who does not even have energy to cry his last breath under the eyes of the world … because milk has apparently become a prohibited weapon in the eyes of the occupation.

–LujaynAl Bureij, Gaza Strip, August 2025