When I was a kid, I was always told that breakfast was the most important meal. It gives you a whole day of energy. So, in my family, we have a delicious breakfast regularly.

Of course, that's the past. For weeks we had barely eaten anything. I myself have always dreamed of a slice of cheese and a warm bread dipped in thyme and oil.

Instead, I started a cup of tea and a tasteless, nearly expired “non-sales Food Commission for Fortified Biscuits” from the day-starting genocide I bought for $1.50.

I've been following this news lately and started to feel my desire for something other than the World Food Program (WFP) cookies will come true soon.

Apparently, the United States is tired of Palestinians in Gaza saying they are starving. So now, it decided to end the hunger, or at least complain about it.

Therefore, the U.S. government, confident and proud of its own ingenuity, has announced a new mechanism to provide food to Gaza. The “Gaza Humanitarian Foundation” is an extraordinary name, now an extraordinary name added to our genocide NGOs and charities vocabulary, and is said to restart food distribution and publish “300 million meals” by the end of May. As far as Israel is concerned, Israel voluntarily secures the “humanitarian” process while maintaining its killings.

International media reported that despite the establishment of this new feeding “mechanism”, the Israeli government announced “under the pressure of the United States” that it would allow “basic food” to prevent the “development of the hunger crisis.” It is reported that the recovery can only last for one week.

In Gaza, where the hunger crisis is already “developed”, we are not surprised by these announcements. We have become accustomed to Israel’s habits – with foreign support – to turn the “food button” on and off as you wish.

We have been locked in a 365 square kilometers prison for years, and our Israeli jailers control our food so that we can never surpass our survival level. Long before this genocide, they publicly announced to the world that they have been keeping our diet in their diet, with our calories carefully counted to ensure we don’t die rather than suffer. This is not a brief fine; it is the official policy of the government.

Anyone who is challenged by the basic human beings who dare to blockade from the outside is attacked or even killed.

Some say we should be grateful for allowing trucks to enter. Yes they are. But they are often not, especially when we (the prisoners) are seen as underperforming.

Countless times I would find my nearby bakery closed because there was no cooking gasoline, or I couldn’t find my favorite cheese because our jailer decided it was a “dual use” item and couldn’t get into Gaza.

We are good at growing our own food, but we can’t do a lot because most of our fertile soil is near the prison fence and is therefore out of reach. We love fishing, but this is also closely monitored and restricted. Adventure beyond the coast and you will be shot.

All of this humiliation, calculated lockdown, took place before October 7, 2023.

After that day, the amount of food allowed to enter Gaza was greatly reduced. In the days that followed, even though I have lived under it since I was born, I felt the bondage of Israel’s blockade was more tangible than ever. For the first time I found myself trying to make sure something as basic as bread. I remember thinking: Of course, the world will not allow this to last.

However, after 590 days in 19 months, we are here, and the struggle will only get worse.

On March 2, Israel banned all food and other aid from entering Gaza. Since then, things have gotten worse and worse, and when suffering feels more tolerant, we feel nostalgic about the stages before the crisis.

For example, a few weeks ago we could still have some tomatoes with canned beans that rot our stomach. But now, vegetable suppliers are not found.

The bakery was closed as well, and the flour was almost gone, making me wish to relive some disgust when squirming in the flour that was squirming in the worms, because it meant my mother could make bread again. Now, I can really hope to find unspecific pink beans.

I recognize that other people are still worse than me. For young children’s parents, the effort to find food is a pain.

Take my barber as an example. Two weeks ago when I went to get a haircut last time, he looked very tired.

"Can you imagine? I haven't eaten bread for weeks. I can't buy flour every few days, I save my kids. I eat enough to survive and don't make people feel full. I just don't understand why the world treats them like this. If we are not worthy of the life in our lives, at least have kind children, that's fine.

It seems like a cruel sacrifice, but it is parenting after 19 months of uninterrupted Israeli killings. Parents are consumed by fear, not only for the safety of their children, but also for the possibility of being bombed when hungry. It's a nightmare for every family in Gaza and every tent.

The famine landscape is even more painful in a handful of hospitals that have little to no operation. Babies and children who look like bones are on hospital beds; malnourished mothers sit next to them.

It has become normal to see images of thin Palestinian children every day. We may be trying to find food, but seeing them breaks our hearts. We want to help. We think maybe a can of peas might make a difference. But what can peas do for babies with Malasmus for a child who looks like fragile skin and skeleton shell?

Meanwhile, the world sat silently, watching Israeli aid, fired bombs and asked questions incredibly.

On May 7, Israeli troops bombed Varda Street, one of the busiest streets in Gaza. One missile hits an intersection full of street vendors, and the other is a well-run restaurant. At least 33 Palestinians were killed.

Images of a table with pizza slices soaked in the blood of a victim appear online. The scene of Gaza pizza attracted the attention of the world; bloody nothing. World Requires Answer: How to get into a famine when you can order pizza?

Yes, in the case of genocide famine, there are vendors and restaurants. A supplier that sells a kilo of flour for $25, a can of beans for $3. A restaurant that offers the world's smallest and most expensive slices of pizza - a bad piece of dough, cheese and blood of those who crave it.

For this world, we have to explain the existence of pizza to convince us that we are worth the food. For this world, the overview of the American Abstract Plan feeding us sounds reasonable, while saving life-saving aid waits for border crossings to be allowed and distributed by an already fully functional aid agency.

We have previously covered PR practices in Gaza as “humanitarian action”. We remember killing more people than feeding people. We remember the $230 million dock that received almost no 500 truck aid from sea: a feat that could have been accomplished in half a day through the crossing of empty land.

We are hungry in Gaza, but we are not fools. We know that Israel can only starve and genocide because the United States allows it. We know that stopping genocide is not Washington’s concern. We know that we are not only hostages to Israel, but also hostages to the United States.

It is not just famine that bothers us; it is also the fear of outsiders reaching under the guise of aid, but it only begins to lay the foundation for colonization. Even if the U.S. plan is implemented, even if we are allowed to eat before the next explosion in Israel, I know that my people will not be destroyed by the weaponization of food.

Israel, the United States and the world should understand that we are not exchanging land for calories. Even on an empty stomach, we will liberate our homes.

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