You walk through the market, a place that once buzzed with life, but now echoes with silence. You return home, your hands empty, as the weight of disappointment settles heavily on your heart. The stalls that used to overflow with fresh produce and vibrant goods now stand barren, a stark reminder of the reality you face.
All around you, people wander the streets with hopeful eyes, searching desperately for something, anything, to bring back to their families. Their faces are etched with worry and resignation, each step a reminder of what they cannot provide. They look into the empty shelves and see not just the lack of food, but the fading hope of nourishment and joy.
As they return, their shoulders slumped and their hearts heavy, they bear the shame of failure. The yearning for a simple meal, a small token of love for those at home, becomes a haunting echo. The shared struggle binds them together, an invisible thread of sorrow weaving through the community, leaving everyone longing for a brighter tomorrow.
I’m not ashamed to say it: I swear to God, I yearn for food. I crave the taste of fresh vegetables and fruits, meat and chicken, cheese and yogurt. Believe me, we’ve forgotten what they taste like. Sometimes, I even crave things I never used to want. But now, if I had them, I’d savor every bite without a second thought.
This is me an adult saying this. Can you imagine the children? Their small faces looking up, innocent eyes that don’t understand why they must go without. They’re too young to grasp why their world has narrowed to basic survival, too innocent to realize why they’re denied the simple joys of a normal childhood. The sound of their empty stomachs haunts me. It’s not just food we’re missing it’s the life, the memories, the warmth of sharing a simple meal that fills the heart as much as the stomach. I look at their faces, and all I want is to give them a world where they don’t know this kind of hunger, where their laughter isn’t tinged with longing.
I write this with a heavy heart, feeling the sting of embarrassment as I speak of things so simple, so fundamental to life, yet they are nowhere to be found. It feels surreal to be grasping at the barest necessities, things that should be givens, but have become distant dream…
Even if you can only donate a little, help save my family and me from this brutal war🙏🇵🇸
