With this cry buried in my chest, I read headline after headline— nearly 900,000 people in Gaza are now starving. Among them, 70,000 children are physically and mentally wasting away from malnutrition. These are not just numbers; they are hungry faces fighting to survive, hollow eyes, cracked lips, and withering bodies.
The very ones we call the “future generation” are losing their future before they even see it— swallowed by soil and tears.
And this is not just the story of Gaza. Syria, Yemen, Sudan, Afghanistan— everywhere, in every war-torn land, children starve, die in bombings, collapse under bullets. They cry but no one listens. They reach out but no one feeds them. They want to live, but all around them is only death and ruin.
I can no longer keep this pain buried deep inside.
It suffocates me to see such cruelty from humanity.
How can we look away? How can we sing songs of civilization, tell tales of progress— yet fail to put even a morsel of food in a child’s mouth?
In all the wars and all the hunger of this world, who really wins? Humanity? Or cruelty?
Sometimes I wonder—
If only this inhumanity could end.
If only children could learn to smile instead of cry.
If only every hidden root beneath this earth could sprout peace anew.
When will it end?
Does anyone have an answer?
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“If those who hear do not rise today— there will be no time left tomorrow. Save the world for the children.”
Stay well 🤗 Stay kind
